Testo di 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!