If Hitler could not kill my family...
What makes you think you could kill me?
What makes you think you could do me harm...
When the greatest harm hath been done
My blood is very much alive
Of fire, of Ghettos, of Nazi threats and hallow mass graves
I am the daughter of the Jews you could not kill
My grandfather watches me
Stands at the foot of my bed
With a shotgun to any man that tries it again
The last female, the last
Tis my duty, tis my right
Twas my father's to protect me
But Hitler did not betray his daughter...
As my ancestors I was groped, stripped, bruised, ravaged
Spewed out to unclean, tainted, filth
History transcended through me
My camp was a house full of vice and sin
Where innocence was met with vulgar eyes
That which cast disdain unto their memory
My Semitic heritage was concealed
Hidden as my scars and torn hymen
My people were raped!
This flesh of mine no different...
But I stand, I did not die...
No pervert of old age, nor madman of Austria
Could kill me...
No, it was the closest man to home
That did the damage...left me to the beast
Dragged me into Warsaw of perverse intention
and like the rest of the world ignored the cries
My people and I cried out for justice...
and history as always repeats itself
and we were ignored...
But I live...I live...I live because my Grandfather stands by me
With a shotgun for the next man that tries it again