We three
When all these things are done
And the stream of blood
Has veiled the murky air
With paws of crimson

Which the sun sucks upwards
Then we shall dance
All thy blood
Around thy tomb

And over the piled corpses
I will lift my limbs
High with each step
And all the folk who’ll see me there

Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say
For a great king
All his flesh and blood
Hold high festival and solemn revel.

And blessed is he
That hath children
Who will dance around his holy tomb
Such royal dances of victory.

We are three muscle spirits
In electricity
Force and aim in energy
While you are merely two

form, if that
Motion - a minimum
And content defeated
The worshippers of lies

Our muscle - the fist!
Our spirit - intrepid!
Our light - blood!
Our duty - war!

Three [bad word] two
Muscle wrenching form
Force fights inertia
Deciding factor

The power to bend
The world isn't there
It never was
Harness the thought

It has no choice
It must bend
This power
This circuit

This power
This power is ours alone

Our head - clear!
Our hands - clean!
Our eyes - open!
Our fist - strong!

The number of the few
The stagnant multitudes
The hour approaches
And we exult in moment

pit of burning corpses
And sing
An ode to joy
Avenge the murder of the spirit.

Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Electricity

Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Electricity

Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Hail victory!
Electricity

Für Lieber töt aus Leben
Und nicht Leben