Fuck Germany, not my land,
their hands of iron, their shifting sand.
They built their walls, they wrote their lies,
they broke our truth with hollow eyes.
We walk alone, we bear the flame,
their guilt is ours, they shift the blame.
No roots for us in their cold ground,
no song of ours in their harsh sound.
So curse the Reich, the mask it wears,
the poisoned air, the empty stares.
We’ll carve our path, we’ll light our way,
and damn their night with our new day.