Lyrics:

As the mother coughs up blood
The wide-eyed children encircle
Paint the walls with the blood of innocence
You wear the execution mask
Intent on the preservation of your worthless way of life
Be fruitful
Multiply
The minds of our young are rotting in the sun
Our lives decompose on the vine
The ghost of our culture will haunt this earth
The ghost of our culture will haunt this earth forever

With, with heavy hearts we march hand in hand
With, with heavy hearts we march, hand in hand