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. 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 a child is the judge. The grief of a mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were. Clean cut and 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. Transport 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.