Burning flame and ash
A lifeless shell abandoned
Spectacle of hate

One man standing tall
A tower of tortured souls
He drives his fist down

A train whistle blows
Screech of iron on iron
A mobile death march

The stars are aligned
Ready for extinguishing
A toxic shower

The star's salvation
Armies march from East and West
The sun shines brighter

Oppressed souls be free
The Iron Cross has fallen
The bloodshed has ceased

Children of Jacob
The stars can shine bright again
Take ease and rejoice