Be not overcome with fear
Against the hour, victims of power
Sharpening spears for thousands of years
Wages of sin, blood and tears
Brothers in multitudes, actors with latitude
Their doctrines of life threatening life
Enforcing white justice in pristine righteousness
Brutal licentiousness this consequence and everything
Since deliverance has driven the killer to rise
Out of the Nemesis came Solomon's law
A vendetta for Nazi eyes
Hair for hair, spectacles for spectacles
A pound for a pound of flesh
The malignance of malevolence rises beyond benevolence
Killers on the prowl, Wiesenthal growl
Marauders of breath, breath, breath, breath, breath
Their triumph is death, death, death
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