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Текст: Cryptic Slaughter. Reich of Torture.

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

Cryptic Slaughter