Orphans in the streets, Naked Without A life
His dreams severed, mutilated. He's going adrift towards hatred
Drawing carricatural portraits of what's to come
Somme, Dresden! Verdun, Marnes!
Iron Cross of Trauma Bleeding in the trenches, blood on his bayonet Vivefeldwebel!
Indifference and Affliction
Humaness is selfish towards the survivors
They're left to die, Left to rot alone Death walks this battlefield
If not though tattered limbs Through infection and insanity
Dead Sentry in the Trenches, bayonet in his neck
Realism balanced, inclination to the fantastic
Dandyish Ignorance of Morbidity
Painted prostitutes, uncolored cripples
Mental Massacre of the Survivors
Expressionist terror, the brush is a weapon
Traumatism of hell, livid corpses
Sulfur Mustard ! Mustard Massacre!
Versailles , Weimar!
Between the two bloodbaths, The despair is a wound
Crater full of flowers, pregnant with misery
A daily horror show courtesy of the Emperor,
The seven deadly sins, an allegorical fear of the Third Reich
(Outro, poem by Paul Eluard, a part of La Bénediction)
«Et le guerrier bardé de fer
Que l’on fait rôtir à la broche
Apprend l’amour et la musique.»