the intense humming of evil

Manic Street Preachers

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 rise from the graves
They will rise from the 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 the victims will judge the butchers
Today the tear of a child is the judge
The grief of a 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