From the back streets   From the gutter   Hear the sound of   Guns stutter   From dark days   From decline   Marching men   Stand in line      Soon to die and   Be betrayed   Soon to die in   Shallow graves      Till the living flesh is burned   Until the living flesh is burned      Follow your nose   And smell   The profits of war   In the teeth of life   You die   In the jaws of death   You live      Believers of the new past   Were shown His true face   The once proud brownshirt now stained by   Engineers of blood, faith and race      Till the living flesh is burned   Until the living flesh is burned