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