Warbreed

The Forging (of Glory and Decay - Part I)

Warbreed


[Narrator]: 
So he was born, a child that soon would rule the world 
Son to a man, whose shame was to ignore who his father was 
Hiedler they say, a bastard of Jewish blood 
Hitler he says, the saviour of the long-lost German pride 

Pride? 

At an early age, Adolf was already aware of his will of iron 
He would stand up to his father time and time again 
Only to be given another hiding 

Son of brutality, his Delphian blue eyes were as cold as steel 
But he's no martyr, his look was rather that of a beast 
Mutti consoled him, she saw the meaning in his artistry 
His father was blind, he only thought his god-damn son was queer 

But the clock kept ticking on and his father eventually died 
So Adolf could almost taste the flavour of dreams becoming real 
He moved to Vienna and planned to attend the Academy of Fine Arts 
Yet he was rejected, once again betrayed by those 
Who could never understand him 

[Adolf Hitler] 
Why don't you kneel before me? 
Why don't you crown me your king? 
Why not become your master? 
And rule forever after 

No one could ever match me 
But you don't see my wonders 
You try to bring me down but 
I won't return in dishonour 
I'd rather die than prove myself weak 
I'd rather starve to death than to yield 

[Narrator]: 
Shame! 

He found himself living on the streets just fighting for survival 
Like a modern Faust in search of power and dominion 
He managed to cheat death continuously 

Cold is the night, when one must sleep under the stars 
Winter was ruthless, but he would never, never lose heart 
All was so sad, since Mutti finally closed her eyes 
He wouldn't give up, he sensed his age was still to come 

Hitler spent five long years on the streets, starving and freezing 
While the other homeless died in agony 
he survived with the hope that someday 
Somehow, he would turn the tide in the sea of opportunity 
And no longer would a righteous German man 
Be subject to the laws of a rotten obsolete world order 

[Adolf Hitler] 
See, they brim with gold 
That lousy Jewish mob 
Where did our honour go? 
Why did our Sigfried die? 

You try to hunt me down 
I see you everywhere 
I feel your knives shine 
I am really afraid 

Delusion, paranoia, hallucination 
Visions, vivid sensations… 
I'm falling, collapsing, I fear the end.