Black and white politically correct but that's just polite
Cause in the night walks a witch hunter
And in his hand he holds on tighter to his anger
Because where and who and what he points his pointed finger at
Cause there is what and who and how he hatesw
From his aim vents the venom of the vengeance of a fascist
From his other arm a bastard nation feels the call of a father
And in its trail lie the bodies of the different and defenseless
It isn't a dream it's a real and body blood matter
War of the world what the world needs to learn
The world seems to learn the hard way