No Heart, Nor Soul.

A broken empire which fights for its rich,

Wages war on its poor, to leave in a ditch.

When history repeats, do you think of the Reich,

Or raise your hand high and summon the Night?

Your vision is poison and your flag but a match,

To our people of protest, you stand without chance.

For peace conquers hate as light surrounds dark.

Your cause has no soul; Your soldiers no heart.