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A thousand heads cut clean across their necks | Right down the hall from me | The Reich's relentless blade
A thousand heads cut clean across their necks Right down the hall from me The Reich's relentless blade Thirsty and shining red Still echoes of their screams This is a tarnished heirloom Passed down through iron fists A shameful house of doom A legacy of collapse built on a painful truth A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the Holy Father They just bowed their heads They meekly did their time Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles Forever occupied Folded the crimson star The rabbits turned to jackals (Still echoes of their screams) (Still echoes of their screams) This is a tarnished heirloom Passed down through iron fists A shameful house of doom A legacy of collapse, built on a painful truth A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the Holy Father They just bowed their heads Soviet hangover, Eastern Bloc And dirty money still flows through locks A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers Restrained but there's no resistance here Southeast Asia in a Euro cellblock Saigon's children conceal what they've got The Opium Trail runs west through here They're selling disease to erase all your fears (Still echoes of their screams) (Still echoes of their screams) A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the Holy Father They just bowed their heads (still echoes of their screams) I won't bow my head (still echoes of their screams) I won't bow my head
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