The Black Hundreds 歌词

The wind blows hot dust into eyes, clogs nostrils with human soot Hell smells just like this… of death and sulfur burning The new wind silences the cries, under the crunch of bloodstained boots Hell sounds just like this… of the deafening din of Dachau The new wind snuffs humanity, smears hatred on the tips of tongues Hell tastes just like this… of dried blood mixed with filth Just like this… Just like this Hell is just like this Just like this… Just like this Hell is just… It's just like this…