[Lyrics by K. Nardi]



At night the fires burn, cutting like a flaming knife

Looking down you see rotting carrions of life

Smell the putrid stench, sewage of society

Vultures circling, picking flesh off you and me



Giving genocide its birth

By waging war on the earth

The father-land, the master race

Annihilating all the rest

And serving the Twisted Cross

The Twisted Cross...

The Twisted Cross...



Extinguishing the damned

Letting them rot in the camps

Conquer by death, sadistic rule

Twisting the minds of those deceived

Who worship the Twisted Cross

The Twisted Cross...

The Twisted Cross...



The war machine has set its course

Slaughterhouse in full force

Thousands will fall to this savage lunatic

Before this madman can be stopped

Before we crush the Twisted Cross

The Twisted Cross...

The Twisted Cross...

The Twisted Cross...

The Twisted Cross...