Can you hear the Blitzkrieg鈥檚 cry?
As Jericho鈥檚 trumpet splits the Sky
As the Stukas roar overhead,
It鈥檚 a miracle you鈥檙e not dead.
You see the bombs impact the floor,
one even blows down your door.
You see a glimmer of hope, the last tank,
But then a Stuka hits it at point blank.
Nazis roll by, their motorcycles gleaming.
But in the distance you still hear the screaming.
鈥淗eil Hitler鈥� they chant, Nationalist for sure.
All their morals are simply impure.