Death in June

the storm has passed
I lie beneath this cold grey earth
But, my screams are silent
Only silent
Take it away
Take it away, take it away

Living in my memory
Faint footsteps call
It seems
Where the shadows wait
and the red tears seep
From the holes in the wall
From the holes in the wall

Those footsteps
I do hear
And in anguish wait
For release
A hand to take
From this cold grey earth
Take it away
Take it away, take it away, take it away.


Heaven Street (Mk II)

Take a walk down Heaven Street
The soil is soft and the air smells sweet
Paul is waiting there
And so is Franz
Now only memories run on railway tracks.

This road leads to Heaven.

Waiting feet frozen to the ground
The earth exploding with the gas of bodies
Rifle butts
To crush you down
Now only flowers
To idolise.

This road leads to Heaven


All Alone In Her Nirvana

All alone
In her concrete cell
All alone
In her 9th floor Hell
Terrified
By the front doorbell
Always call
For the soft cell

All alone
In her nirvana

She's too scared
To go out
She'd crack up if
The lights went out
There's this man
Who's been hanging about
I wish they wouldn't
Let the mentals out

All alone
In her nirvana


In The Night Time

In your eyes
Is the truth
Slip your head into the noose.
Okay?

There you lay
In your bed
I'll put an axe through your head.
Ecstasy?

As you smile
I'll thrust the knife
Into your paper bag
A new one, every night.
Another book on sale today
Killed 10 whores
With a food mixer
Hooray?

Books and films
Promote the scheme
That woman are only bred to be raped
Hear the screams on the screen.

She lays spread eagled
In the dark
Bound in gagged
Just a sound - a beating heart!

He's the King
Mounting his throne
But, in truth a nobody
All alone

There's money to be made
From murder and sex slaves
Read the papers
Today?

Hitler made a bomb
From those now gone
To the open graves
Of yesterday.
In the night time....


We Drive East

A woman weeps ---- Workers, soldiers
Flesh hangs in the trees---- Agitators
Men die for a cause ---- Marching to the incinerator
The kids and their sweets---- Now we pay our debts
To die on the Steppes
Carry the banner --- We paid in blood
Carry the banner high --- We paid in blood
Carry your banner --- Let loose from the leash
Forward to the skies --- To hunt the Bolshevik beast
The hangman waits --- We paid in blood
A noose for you --- We paid in blood
For those who repent
We wait there too
For a free Europe
We drive East.....
We drive East.....


Holy Water

for you it's very easy
for you to spread the light
for you it's very easy
it's started in another's night
holy water burns like acid
insects seduce the sheep
you're as clean as the virgin mary
from your mouth the poison slips

i used to think it was funny
but it's very sad
that so many can be fooled
by a poor man in drags

all you seek are confessions
like you were a god
give them rosary beads to the irish
give them tambourines to the welsh
you're crippled by guilt
like blind and dumb
she can't control her own body
she must give it to god

i used to think it was funny
but it's very sad
that so many can be fooled
by a poor man in drags



Heaven Street

Take a walk down Heaven Street
The soil is soft and the air smells sweet
Paul is waiting there
And so is Franz
Now only memories run on railway tracks.

This road leads to Heaven.

Waiting feet frozen to the ground
The earth exploding with the gas of bodies
Rifle butts
To crush you down
Now only flowers
To idolise.

This road leads to Heaven


Till The Living Flesh Is Burned

from the backstreet
from the gutter
hear the sound of
guns stutter
from dark days
from decline
marching men
stand in line
soon to die
and be betrayed
soon to die in
shallow graves

till the living flesh is burned
until the living flesh is burned
till the living flesh is burned
until the living flesh is burned

follow your nose and smell
the profits of war
in the teeth of life you die
in the jaws of death you live
believers of the new past
were shown his true face
the once proud brownshirt now stained by
engineers of blood death and race

till the living flesh is burned
until the living flesh is burned
till the living flesh is burned
until the living flesh is burned



Nothing Changes

Nothing changes
It only gets worse
Nothing changes
Waiting for a hearse
There is no hope
Escape is a hoax
The pressure's building
And I just can't cope

Now and forever

Nothing changes
It only gets worse
Nothing changes
Waiting for a hearse
There is no hope
Escape is a hoax
And we're the punchline
To a Splengler's joke

Now and forever

Nothing changes...



Black Radio

Death tried to break life's chains
Death tried and tried in vain

From Prague to Berlin
Black Radio
the word beaming in
Black Radio
The Hammer and the Sword
Take it
It's yours

Black Radio...