“To my loving flag, if I’m found and killed… I leave to you my heart and my shame, I fought what they despised, a bloodshed was done in vane, The politicians shall die at our doors” You make the orders, missing your power, You’re like the one, Who crashed in the tower, A power sick man, Smelling nothing. The vicious things, That you now do.
Will one day Come shining through, And the blinded ones They’ll know it’s true
In time you’ll get A suitable frame, Hanging next To Hitler’s name,
You’ll walk The Hall of Shame, Dreadfully longing for the end Taste of dishonour over your soul If it’s possible to have one in your world
A nation divided, the South from the North, A nation united to hunt any choice, A war won at the nation’s hand, All to shred now our wishes in life
Welcome the Hall of Shame
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