| Lyrics: | 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 rise
from the graves
They will rise from the 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 a child is the judge
The grief of a mother is the
prosecutor
You were what you were
Clean cut and 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
Transport 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 |
