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Let us never forget.
They are out there.
Their Kind never left.
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I hear a Wind, a crying Wind
And a thousand cries it carries to me
Even though my eyes can't see.
You, sitting still with open mouth
Can you hear that howling wind?
Tell me now, have you sinned?
But then you've forgotten
That deathly cry of despair
When you were so ghastly unfair.
I hear a wind, a crying wind
That Wind, the howling wind,
Do I pay for the sins of my Father?
Should I even try to bother?
Oh, Fair Tiny small child
It was he who carried you to train
From home to a deathly rain.
And a thousand cries it carried to me
Even though my eyes can't see.
Water, drenching my head,
Maybe a wash to make me clean
Or a light that I be seen.
And what is this unspeakable Riddle
These cries carried by howling wind
Beckoning that I have sinned.
Have you forgotton Deathshead Son
That for an Eon you will carry shame
By your Father you are to blame.
I hear a Wind, a crying Wind
And a thousand cries it carries to me
Even though my eyes can't see.
Remember this, once was sung,
Gas a Jew and smash a Gypsy,
Merrily makes us very Tipsy.
Could it be my own dear Father
That sings that song straight from Hell
Every second a tolling bell.
On your head and future hence,
That hellsent be family birth
While Deathshead walk this fair Earth.
I hear a Wind, a crying Wind
And a thousand cries it carries to me
Even though my eyes can't see.
Today, I see the German
And wonder if the've learned
or their image a little burned.
You, German sons, listen well,
Wait a second before you talk.
Find what path you would walk.
For that Howling Wind...
Those Children they are crying so.
And you Son of the Father
Can you suffer Deathshead
To walk proudly in your midst
While the wind so loudly howling
Keeps sounding the endless crying.
The souls passed through that Rain
Shall live Forever and their
Crying a Rememberance that shall
Bring Eternal Retribution at Judgement Day.
I hear a Wind, a crying Wind
And a thousand cries it carries to me
Even though my eyes can't see.
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