They cheered and clapped a Nazi, 

We saw them all at once,

They rose, they smiled, 

They cheered again, 

A man who’d butchered hundreds,

Before and after lunch,

They claimed they cheered for all of us,

It was Parliament you see,

But millions dead looked down on them,

And looked on them with dread,

Knowing from experience,

The depraved in masks of righteousness,

Singing praise to Gore and Death.