| Song | Reich of Torture |
| Artist | Cryptic Slaughter |
| Album | Convicted |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crooks, Evans | |
| Smiling as he speaks of death destroying lives unknown | |
| Killing 'til his final breath | |
| Protecting his fallen throne | |
| March of the chamber of gas | |
| The line to end their lives | |
| As they die he starts to laugh | |
| Last thing heard are cries | |
| We have fought together side by side | |
| Killing humans as they die | |
| Burning souls once filled with life | |
| Now they're filled with pain and strife | |
| Prisoner of one man's hate | |
| Now facing their final day | |
| Try to reach their wired gate | |
| Who has their god saved? | |
| Running from the brightened light | |
| Shots fired as comrades fall | |
| Without guns they cannot fight | |
| Death for one and all | |
| They storm the gates on hopes to be free | |
| Many trampled in the frenzied flee | |
| Many fall as machine guns roar | |
| See yourself, but now as a bloody corpse | |
| Escape for you is nothing but a dream | |
| The bullets rip your flesh as you scream | |
| Your final breath is spent on cursed cries | |
| The tortured lives of | |
| Hitler take to the sky | |
| Is violence the way to get a point across? | |
| If you don't get your way, it's your own loss | |
| Don't try to force people to see your way | |
| You shoot people down, someday you'll pay | |
| A large racial barrier, when will it break? | |
| Blacks aren't dumb, whites made the mistake | |
| Like to kill them, but they wouldn't dare | |
| They'll shoot back, what's fair is fair |
| zuo ci : Crooks, Evans | |
| Smiling as he speaks of death destroying lives unknown | |
| Killing ' til his final breath | |
| Protecting his fallen throne | |
| March of the chamber of gas | |
| The line to end their lives | |
| As they die he starts to laugh | |
| Last thing heard are cries | |
| We have fought together side by side | |
| Killing humans as they die | |
| Burning souls once filled with life | |
| Now they' re filled with pain and strife | |
| Prisoner of one man' s hate | |
| Now facing their final day | |
| Try to reach their wired gate | |
| Who has their god saved? | |
| Running from the brightened light | |
| Shots fired as comrades fall | |
| Without guns they cannot fight | |
| Death for one and all | |
| They storm the gates on hopes to be free | |
| Many trampled in the frenzied flee | |
| Many fall as machine guns roar | |
| See yourself, but now as a bloody corpse | |
| Escape for you is nothing but a dream | |
| The bullets rip your flesh as you scream | |
| Your final breath is spent on cursed cries | |
| The tortured lives of | |
| Hitler take to the sky | |
| Is violence the way to get a point across? | |
| If you don' t get your way, it' s your own loss | |
| Don' t try to force people to see your way | |
| You shoot people down, someday you' ll pay | |
| A large racial barrier, when will it break? | |
| Blacks aren' t dumb, whites made the mistake | |
| Like to kill them, but they wouldn' t dare | |
| They' ll shoot back, what' s fair is fair |
| zuò cí : Crooks, Evans | |
| Smiling as he speaks of death destroying lives unknown | |
| Killing ' til his final breath | |
| Protecting his fallen throne | |
| March of the chamber of gas | |
| The line to end their lives | |
| As they die he starts to laugh | |
| Last thing heard are cries | |
| We have fought together side by side | |
| Killing humans as they die | |
| Burning souls once filled with life | |
| Now they' re filled with pain and strife | |
| Prisoner of one man' s hate | |
| Now facing their final day | |
| Try to reach their wired gate | |
| Who has their god saved? | |
| Running from the brightened light | |
| Shots fired as comrades fall | |
| Without guns they cannot fight | |
| Death for one and all | |
| They storm the gates on hopes to be free | |
| Many trampled in the frenzied flee | |
| Many fall as machine guns roar | |
| See yourself, but now as a bloody corpse | |
| Escape for you is nothing but a dream | |
| The bullets rip your flesh as you scream | |
| Your final breath is spent on cursed cries | |
| The tortured lives of | |
| Hitler take to the sky | |
| Is violence the way to get a point across? | |
| If you don' t get your way, it' s your own loss | |
| Don' t try to force people to see your way | |
| You shoot people down, someday you' ll pay | |
| A large racial barrier, when will it break? | |
| Blacks aren' t dumb, whites made the mistake | |
| Like to kill them, but they wouldn' t dare | |
| They' ll shoot back, what' s fair is fair |