Children of the Reich

A thousand marks,
to start a fire.
The price we pay,
for wars retire.
Worthless paper,
sooth and ash...
The streets are lined with devalued cash.
Depression reigns,
a shroud descends.
No place to work,
no trust in friends.
Food is scarce,
our children cry,
they are the victims of Versailles.
To steal or die,
please tell me why?
Forced into this life.
A shameful choice,
from whom to take.
I won't look deep,
they are opaque.
A treaty signed, sealed our fate.
All winters long, doomed to stagflate.
The pleasant life peace should leave,
denied to us they did conceive.
We are pawns in their deadly games.
Tell me whats gained for all we lost?
I heard a speech from a Munich man,
he had a vision and a master plan.
He promised we could take the reigns,
we need not live, tied up in chains.
We'd rise again, we'd take our land...
From east to west,
from Alps to sand.
My son admired the Nazi plan.
He raised his hand, so it began...
The blame for the great war we bore the full brunt,
but Germans were killed to on the western front.
I maybe a child but I know right and wrong...
The youth of the nation we train to grow strong.
Our fathers before us we seek our vengeance,
the years of oppression now time to advance.
We will reclaim our peoples living space,
we are the children of the aryan race.
At sixteen we're soldiers armed with Lugers and knives,
elsewhere at our age toys still rule children lives.
The fire in his eyes,
His savage desires,
woven into his mind,
Re-shapen by lies.
His soul's been acquired,
ripped up rewired.
He was only a child, only a child.
His childhood'ss demise,
his school's just a guise,
propaganda and lies, willing to give his life.
He knows his place one of the master race.
He was only a child, only a child.
Father has betrayed the fuhrer this night.
He will not accept that we all have the right,
to take what is ours and enslave the lesser race.
He's not my father he is a disgrace.
Send him to Austwich to them he'll relate.
All who are impure they'll suffer the fate.
The red army beckons they knock at our gates.
We are the last line their deaths we await!
The fire in his eyes,
His savage desires,
woven into his mind,
Re-shapen by lies.
His soul's been acquired,
ripped up rewired.
He was only a child, only a child.
His childhood'ss demise,
his school's just a guise,
propaganda and lies, willing to give his life.
He knows his place one of the master race.
He was only a child, only a child.