God you've made the mud and the snow
But your creatures associate with mud the black skin
And with snow the thoroughbred stock
Birkenau can you hear the screams of the fiery soul of the jewish child

“Lurid world don't give me another white/dark man
Who snatches away from mother's hands her freak son”

Black is the mirrorwhere you must reflect
The crutches can't stop my hate for the turbid look that torments my mind
Black is the mirror where you must reflect
The look of a wolf that kills in a half moonlight
Named intolerance for my elect stock

Remember that the shaky will learn to walk
The mute will start to speak
And this will be the day of your fall
You'll hear their screams too and cry

I'll follow you run
I'll hear you scream
I'll feel you suffer
In the half world

Stop the hypocrisy
Kill the authority you retain the biggest element of your freedom
But are only useless people with a false power in their hands

Show me that you suffer and you'll suffer like me
Because I'll stay there and I will smile
Show me that you suffer and enjoy the people that hate you and your brothers

Remember my words
This will be your life
I'll pray for your darkest soul but...

I'll follow you run
I'll hear you scream
I'll feel you suffer
In the half world

Stop the hypocrisy
Kill the authority you retain the biggest element of your freedom
But are only useless people with a false power in their hands

Show me that you suffer and you'll suffer like me
Because I'll stay there and I will smile
Show me that you suffewr and enjoy the people that hate you and your brothers

The wind of sadness whispers in your ear
The cry of lonelyness dropped your tears
You live as a dream
Alone as a shadow
The night,the death,the freedom

Words, pain, screams,blood of yuor victims
Fear,with pain they die of their hangman
What you can't see you feel around

Black, yellow, red is the color of your fall
Has the form of a Hebraic star
Is tired like the victims you've burned and hung
Has the appearance of a mother that seeks her child
But you kill him...kill him
Seems an old man that can't walk without his wood
Come to take you with the tiring step of a cripple
And will take you in the fire
With the ironic smile of a down child in face.