Thou-

sand

heads

cut

clean

ac-

ross

their

necks

right

down

the

hall

from

me

The

reich's

re-

lent-

less

blade,

thirs-

ty

and

shin-

ing

red

still

e-

choes

of

their

screams

This

is

a

tarn-

ished

heir-

loom,

passed

down

through

i-

ron

fists

A

shame-

ful

house

of

doom,

a

le-

ga-

cy

of

col-

lapse

Built

on

a

pain-

ful

truth

A

thou-

sand

years

of

fai-

lure,

a

thou-

sand

years

they

bled.

To

the

bear,

the

blitz-

krieg,

and

the

ho-

ly

fa-

ther.

They

just

bowed

their

heads

They

meek-

ly

did

their

time

Count-

ing

the

days

while

har-

nessed

to

their

rus-

ty

shack-

les

Fo-

re-

ver

oc-

cup-

ied,

fold-

ed

the

crim-

son

star,

The

rab-

bits

turned

to

jack-

als,

There's

still

e-

choes

of

their

screams

This

is

a

tarn-

ished

heir-

loom,

passed

down

through

i-

ron

fists

A

shame-

ful

house

of

doom,

a

le-

ga-

cy

of

col-

lapse

Built

on

a

pain-

ful

truth

A

thou-

sand

years

of

fai-

lure,

a

thou-

sand

years

they

bled.

To

the

bear,

the

blitz-

krieg,

and

the

ho-

ly

fa-

ther.

They

just

bowed

their

heads

Sov-

iet

hang-

o-

ver

eas-

tern

bloc.

And

di-

rty

mo-

ney

still

flows

through

locks.

A

kil-

ling

ground

of

re-

bels,

black

mar-

ke-

teers

Res-

trained,

but

there's

no

re-

sis-

tence

here.

South-

east

As-

ia

in

a

Euro

cell-

block.

Sai-

gon's

child-

ren

con-

ceal

what

they've

got

The

op-

i-

um

trail

runs

west

through

here

They're

sel-

ling

di-

sease

to

e-

rase

all

your

fears

still

e-

choes

of

their

screams,

still

e-

choes

of

their

screams

A

thou-

sand

years

of

fai-

lure,

a

thou-

sand

years

they

bled.

To

the

bear,

the

blitz-

krieg,

and

the

ho-

ly

fa-

ther.

They

just

bowed

their

heads

I

won't

bow

my

head