Into a world of deadness, the dead march on Into a world of slumber, the dull march on Into a world of hunger, the full march on Into a world of slavery
No love lost here No love lost here No funeral march, no sympathy No mourning cry No love lost here No tears will be shed For traitor found dead, bullet in head
Sacrifice your newborns to the vehemence of the machine Sacrifice your hours to the tick of the clock in the factory We, the bartered, the offering