The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, They will arise from the graves, They will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke And the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.
You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine