At night the fires burn, cutting like a flaming knife Looking down you see rotting carrions of life Smell the putrid stench, sewage of society Vultures circling, picking flesh off you and me Giving genocide its birth By waging war on the earth The father-land, the master race Annihilating all the rest And serving the Twisted Cross The Twisted Cross... The Twisted Cross... Extinguishing the damned Letting them rot in the camps Conquer by death, sadistic rule Twisting the minds of those deceived Who worship the Twisted Cross The Twisted Cross... The Twisted Cross... The war machine has set its course Slaughterhouse in full force Thousands will fall to this savage lunatic Before this madman can be stopped Before we crush the Twisted Cross The Twisted Cross... The Twisted Cross... The Twisted Cross... The Twisted Cross...