Putrid Scum

Nazi marching ever backward
Towards the death of free-thinking
Ignorance reigns in your kingdom of pawns
Unwary tools in tyrants hands

Cannon fodder
Mere instruments
You channel mindless hatred
Now so distant in time
See the flesh pits
Deep trenches
Racial genocide

Hate based on colour or creed
Your minds bleed from every orifice
You’re sickening scum
Oppressive stench
We’ll give you a taste of your own medicine

Master-race control: Never!
Die!
Die!