Broken flags, shattered hearts,
Bullets drag these men apart.
Both are right, both know best,
Both will fight with equal zest.
Blood is spilled, none can tell
Whose blood is whose, which men have fell?
Who goes to heaven, and who to hell?
Comrades all will fight the scum!
No! Aryan men will overcome!
Mother Russia's dearly proud,
(But retreat is not allowed)
The fatherland will rise above,
(But out of fear, not of love)
Homeless peasants take a gun,
To fight the old, the weak and young
Who represent the master race,
To question why is NOT YOUR PLACE!
They kill to live and live to kill,
The motherland will have its fill.
A thousand men, a thousand feet,
Now bleeding out upon the street.
Kill them all, we are strong;
(This will solve all that's wrong)
We are evil, they are not,
They deserve what they have got.