From the back streets
 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

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 [bad word] face
 The once proud brownshirt now stained by
 Engineers of Blood, Faith and Race.

Till the living flesh is burned
 Until the living flesh is burned