Not everything was better in the good old days,

It was just that most of it was still special.

Just give your horse the spurs and try to catch up

It's not easy to ride with the devil

Let's drink to the good ones we meet and lost

Those who made their way wherever they went to be

We won't forget

As we're sitting here

The campfire is our memory

To those good people we know and we've lost

Along our way

Here we are - the ones who are left

And it feels so empty

Everything was better in the good old days

We were able to blame the gods for everything

But it ain't no diffrence whether you're saint or sinner

Cause no one is able to win.

We're fighting this fight to make our home a better place

Our dreams shall be fulfilled and drinks are meant to be emptied

We won't surrender

As we're sitting here

The campfire is our sentry

To those good people we know and we've lost

Along our way

Here we are - the ones who are left

And it feels so empty

Drink to the lost ones

Remembering those rebels

Drink with the good ones

Ride with the devil

Drink to the lost ones

Remembering those rebels

Drink with the good ones

Ride with the devil

To those who are free

It shall not feel

So empty

Enjoy how the fire crackles like poppin bottles

And the stars are shining from above like our friends and family

We'll always remember

As we're sitting here

The campfire is our memory