Red Star
A sultry summer's desert bloom
The arid landscape, reddish glow
He stands there anxious, voices heard
The hilltops burn with hellish gloom

Trembling eyes, approaching dawn
The bursting flames come closer still
The Iron cross marches on
He stands there on the gorge's hill

Conquered half the world, and slaughtered all in sight
Still the Red Star Stands, and still it tries to fight
Their army shattered, they all do flee
to the Iron cross' glee

He races home, across the hill
Throbbing heart, time stood still
Holds his son in his hands
Across the ravaged war torn land

His only son, five years old
His precious child, God's own mold
The mother taken by the state
For speaking up against the hate

A Red Star guard pounds the door
Thrashes him against the floor
Throws a rifle on his thigh
"Join the battle now or die!

We won't give one more grain of sand
to the Iron Cross' hand
Not one more town will feel their hate
Orders of the Almighty State"

He takes his son out the door
Running from the Red Star's claw
A land where God's erased by law
The Red Star is to be all and more

The Iron Cross surrounds the town
The bursting shells shake the ground
The never ending, blasting sound
The rampant flames, the city drowned

Reality ceases to be no more
Driven madness to the core
Fearsome evil spreads on rampant
Tyrant pitted against tyrant

The siege goes on for seven months
The Iron Cross in winter's clutch
House by house, street by street
The Red Star firmly on its feet

A towering cannon, fifty feet high
Projects its shells toward the sky
He grasps his son in thick white snow
From the sky, a soft white glow

The falling object, awfully strange
The shells burst forth in point blank range
For his son, he takes the dive
Though he is dead, the son's alive