You Thius are my friend
All the way until the end
Even in the situation dire
You remain true inner fire
As they want to play Stasi
Headshot one more Nazi
That is just the fair rules
As it our inner fire fuels
Them better off dead
Are so sick in the head
As they are Gods traitor
We turn them to a crater
When they come to mock
Put on a very heavy lock
We are better headrock
Harder than a bedrock
When we are never sorry
They be the ones to worry
It is just our cultural groove
When we all the pest remove
When we all the Nazi will slay
That is just the way we play
They are broken and grey
When they falsely pray
