We flee from the gods that we fear and know;
the eagles that fly and ants that burrow
deep into the recesses of our psych,
and stir in us demons of the Third Reich.
We curse the padres of the Holy See,
who hang our fate on clouds over the sea,
flirting with the images in our brains
as we scramble from the füehrer’s disdain.
Weep no more by rivers of Babylon!
Rise! Fight the battle of Armageddon.
At the dawn of our own apocalypse,
we shall twirl these gods on our fingertips.
Hail Hitler! There's truth burning in the chambers;
When man is God, he loves so much he murders.