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The court has come
The court of the Nations
And into the courtroom will come
The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise
They will rise from the graves
They will rise from the flames
Bringing with them the acrid smoke
And the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe
And the children, they too will come
Stern and merciless
The butchers had no pity on them
Now the victims will judge the butchers
Today the tear of a child is the judge
The grief of a mother is the prosecutor
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted, never mattered, never be
The court of the Nations
And into the courtroom will come
The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise
They will rise from the graves
They will rise from the flames
Bringing with them the acrid smoke
And the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe
And the children, they too will come
Stern and merciless
The butchers had no pity on them
Now the victims will judge the butchers
Today the tear of a child is the judge
The grief of a mother is the prosecutor
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted, never mattered, never be