The Intense Humming of Evil (Album Version)
"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 arise from the graves
They will arise from 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 tvictims will judge the butchers
Today the tear of the child is the judge
The grief of the 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
The Intense Humming of Evil (Album Version)LRC歌词
[00:06.700]"The court has come “
[00:12.740]The court of the Nations
[00:15.480]And into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim
[00:27.540]From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise
[00:31.230]They will arise from the graves
[00:33.190]They will arise from flames
[00:35.640]Bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred europe
[00:41.900]And the children they too will come, stern and merciless
[00:46.420]The butchers had no pity on them
[00:48.670]Now tvictims will judge the butchers
[00:51.330]Today the tear of the child is the judge
[00:54.870]The grief of the mother is the prosecutor"
[01:44.090]You were what you were
[01:51.990]Clean cut and unbecoming
[01:59.960]Recreation for the masses
[02:07.800]You always mistook fists for flowers
[02:16.010]Welcome welcome
[02:19.770]Soldier smiling
[02:23.720]Funeral march for agony's last edge
[02:31.700]6 million screaming souls
[02:39.470]Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
[02:47.450]Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
[02:55.340]Never counted, never mattered, never be
[03:15.160]Arbeit macht frei
[03:19.110]Transport of invalids
[03:23.150]Hartheim Castle breathes us in
[03:26.960]In block 5 we worship malaria
[03:31.080]Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
[03:39.790]Beauty lost, dignity gone
[03:43.540]Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
[03:47.810]Welcome welcome
[03:51.710]Soldier smiling
[03:55.610]Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
[04:03.570]6 million screaming souls
[04:11.330]Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
[04:19.190]Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
[04:27.300]Never counted, never mattered, never be
[04:39.800]Drink it away, every tear is false
[04:47.530]Churchill no different
[04:51.040]Wished the workers bled to a machine
