Till the Living Flesh Is Burned - Death In June

From the back streets

From the gutter

Hear the sound of

Guns stutter

From dark days

From decline

Marching men

Stand in line

Soon to die and

Be betrayed

Soon to die in

Shallow graves

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned

Follow your nose and smell

The profits of war

In the teeth of life you die

In the jaws of death you live

Believers of the new past

Were shown His true face

The once proud brownshirt now stained by

Engineers of blood, faith and race

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned

Till the living flesh is burned

Until the living flesh is burned