If ****** could not **** my family...
What makes you think you could **** 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 **** threats and hallow mass graves

I am the daughter of the Jews you could not ****
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 ****** 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 ****** eyes
That which cast disdain unto their memory

My Semitic heritage was concealed
Hidden as my scars and torn *****

My people were *****!
This flesh of mine no different...

But I stand, I did not die...
No pervert of old age, nor madman of Austria
Could **** 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