They pass their hate down the line
Hand to hand through place and time
Like torches burning in the night
To hide the stars with bloody light
Smoke from their fiery brands
Burning faces, burning hands
Cross aflame
Our nation's shame
These innocents, fear's virgin brides
Who might have seen through open eyes
Will see hatred's flame instead
And will see it till they're dead
Intolerance gone before
Rains down upon the nursery door
Cross aflame
Our nation's shame
This burning lie
This flame of hate
Bring us to Destruction's gate
And race and sex and age and creed
Tinder for the flames to feed
And stars and bars and Nazi flag
Are the weights that we now drag
Intolerance and hatred deep
Creeping in while babies sleep
I smell the smoke, flames raining down
Burning up both field and town
And if this spreads the whole world round
It will burn us to the ground
