Manic Street Preachers

The court hascome. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will comethe martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch thedead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arisefrom flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathlyodour of scorched markings. And the children they too will come,stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. "Theyare the victims" judged the butchers. Today the tear of achild 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
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