Basterds - The Countdown Lyrics

Cruel, cold, evil hours
Stripping us from what is ours
Leading us all to be slaughtered
Rich, poor, sons and daughters

Soldiers of the reaper
Carrying us to eternal slumber
Shovels digging deeper
Patiently waiting to put us under
They never sleep, they never tire

Dancing flame slowly dying
The candle's melting as I'm breathing
My own two lungs suffocating
In the end, we are nothing

Chacune d'elles te rappelle
Que la dernière est mortelle

Dancing flame slowly dying
The candle's melting as I'm breathing
My own two lungs suffocating
Toutes blessent, la dernière tue

Time’s up