The Intense Humming of Evil - Remastered

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 rise from the graves
They will rise from the flames
Bringing with them the acrid smoke
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 be judge the butchers
Today, the tear of a child is the judge
The grief of a 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

Six 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
Transport of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block five 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

Six million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't 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