[00:06.700]"The court has come “
[00:12.740]The court of the Nations
[00:15.480]And into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim
[00:27.540]From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise
[00:31.230]They will arise from the graves
[00:33.190]They will arise from flames
[00:35.640]Bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred europe
[00:41.900]And the children they too will come, stern and merciless
[00:46.420]The butchers had no pity on them
[00:48.670]Now tvictims will judge the butchers
[00:51.330]Today the tear of the child is the judge
[00:54.870]The grief of the mother is the prosecutor"
[01:44.090]You were what you were
[01:51.990]Clean cut and unbecoming
[01:59.960]Recreation for the masses
[02:07.800]You always mistook fists for flowers
[02:16.010]Welcome welcome
[02:19.770]Soldier smiling
[02:23.720]Funeral march for agony's last edge
[02:31.700]6 million screaming souls
[02:39.470]Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
[02:47.450]Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
[02:55.340]Never counted, never mattered, never be
[03:15.160]Arbeit macht frei
[03:19.110]Transport of invalids
[03:23.150]Hartheim Castle breathes us in
[03:26.960]In block 5 we worship malaria
[03:31.080]Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
[03:39.790]Beauty lost, dignity gone
[03:43.540]Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
[03:47.810]Welcome welcome
[03:51.710]Soldier smiling
[03:55.610]Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
[04:03.570]6 million screaming souls
[04:11.330]Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
[04:19.190]Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
[04:27.300]Never counted, never mattered, never be
[04:39.800]Drink it away, every tear is false
[04:47.530]Churchill no different
[04:51.040]Wished the workers bled to a machine