From chimneys the smoke did rise Raining ashes of all who died 10,000+ died each day Millions have gone this way First hanging but gas was faster Anything to please your master Scratch your eyes, don't breathe If you die the henchmen will succeed This trial will show your guilt You'll pay for the blood you've spilt No penance for crimes of war Your sickened ways will spread no more No more Your words will be forgotten In time regarded as rotten Time shows you can't succeed No matter how foes will bleed In time the spell will break 'Cause all the time it's sick Nothing about you is true And no one will follow you, no one This trial will show your guilt You'll pay for the blood you've spilt No penance for crimes of war Your ways will spread no more No more You'll pray to save your neck No use, soon will break No penance for crimes of war Your ways will spread no more No more