Manic Street Preachers - The Intense Humming Of Evil lyrics

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 arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the d**hly 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 the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the ma**es You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstra**e, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine