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The court has come.

The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come

the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim.

From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,

they will arise from the graves,

they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke

and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe.

And the children they too will come, stern and merciless.

The butchers had no pity on them.

Now the victims will judge the butchers.

Today the tear of the child is the judge.

The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.

You were what you were

Clean cut, unbecoming

Recreation for the masses

You always mistook fists for flowers

Welcome welcome soldier smiling

Funeral march for agony’s last edge

6 Million screaming souls

Maybe misery — maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn’t have changed a thing

Never counted — never mattered — never be

Arbeit macht frei

Transports of invalids

Hartheim Castle breathes us in

In block 5 we worship malaria

Lagerstrasse, poplar trees

Beauty lost, dignity gone

Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria

Welcome welcome soldier smiling

Soon infected, nails broken, hunger’s a word

6 Million screaming souls

Maybe misery — maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn’t have changed a thing

Never counted — never mattered — never be

Drink it away, every tear is false

Churchill no different

Wished the workers bled to a machine

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