Ask Germany for they surely know The tales of Heil ******, death and gray snow As the blonde Fraulein's with blue eyes Strolled the avenues inviting and slow. Delicate flakes kissed the putrid air Neath their feet lay the ashes of innocent souls The ****** winds of approaching war and salvation would blow.
Oh Germany my liebchen There is no denial Mitt dear you were patriotically complacent Turning your eyes away in shame Pretending you could not face it
Sipping schnaps ignoring and abetting the genocide from afar In warm cafes that closed its doors tightly shut Smugly shunning the arm branded gold stars
6 million and counting were blindly lead to slaughter There was no preference Only Jews non human Beneath their feet It was of little matter.
Cast your eyes to the floor For my lady you most surely did know When the smell of fresh death filled your nostrils Drifting down from tall stacks The scent of pungent thick gray snow
Some would feign surprise Others of course truly were But those touched by evil Denied ****** freely committed and known Whence sprang the fire source The smell of charred flesh Into the sky ablaze the souls arose So came the infamous days Of falling gray snow.