Blood-red banners united over the fields
Where a thousand innocent victims grieve
Desperate populations, divided and conquered
A million graves hidden, beneath the fallen leaves
Step forth from the shadows to this cursed place
Bankers and thieves hungry for power
Blood soaked soil, where you were born
Since the ba*tards set foot: filth, stench and war
Their leaders wait above the celebration
Sending their thoughts to the dispossessed
Who's ivory face is beyond communication
With a corpse laden smile they accept his caress
As parasites and worms uphold a social peace
We ride past decay and destruction in the ditches
Their sweet pretty flowers have corrupted the ma**
While disease reeks from their rotting stitches
Torn between servitude and eruption
A messenger arrives with a black nightingale
Critical eyes trained on the palace of mirrors
Where cruel men construct our fairy tales
The leaders smiling behind closed doors
Turning deaf ears to the outraged cries
They've betrayed their cause, turned their backs
Their d**h carrion rule from western skies
The bones of the ma**acre
Are forever on their dinner plates
The violence of a resistant culture
Will be the terror they create
That iron cross around their necks
Will drag the social order to its fate
Burning fires, winds of change
Will blast their halls and clean the slate
Dog soldiers will fetch their scraps
Down the bloody road of imperialist crime
In empty halls where memory is protected
Ghost voices whisper from ancient times
At twelve midnight the sun is breaking
Broken chains and fallen walls
What measures will be taken?
When the graves are exposed and justice calls
Tranquility and splendor on wheels of fire
Will bring us reward when the false idols fall
Cruel d**h will rise and their pale ghosts retreat
When the vultures they've roosted come home to call
We don't need your organization
We've moved your mountains and marked your cards
Now our hearts must have the courage
For the burning of the guards