(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
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 markings. And the children they too will come, stern and
merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. "They are the victims" judged 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, 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
Transports 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
(c) 1994 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.