Totenkopf
Erupting upwards from desert sand
Cadaverous Korps at your sick Führer’s command
Reanimate disciples of the master race
Crepuscular Kommando with a skull for a face

Mindless you marched to do your nation’s will
Indoctrinated, eager to loot and kill
Heavy payment for your cargo of stolen gold
For that psychopathic corporal you sold your souls

Shattered detritus amid wrecked palms
Uncanny testimony to war’s violent harm
Terror stalks once more amid the ruins
Skeletal claws thrust up from shifting dunes

Why do you keep on coming back?
Horrific emanations of the human morass

Kids fight back
For their lives
For their love
To survive
Erupting upwards from desert sand
Cadaverous Korps at your sick Führer’s command
Horrifying adepts in the ways of hate
Crepuscular Kommando with a skull for a face

There is a finale to each reign of fear
New explorers fight this horror from those brutal years
Meeting fire with fire youths exorcise this fearful zone
All your victories turn hollow as your dried-up bones

Vultures pick with gloating care at your flesh
As you join your leader in an ignominious death
Uniformed corpses sink in African dust
The last sad fragments of your swastika fleck away in rust

Why do you keep on coming back?
Horrific emanations of the human morass
Source of the contagion must be buried deep
Guess we all know that trauma repeats

Nazi zombies fuck you
Nazi zombies fucking lose