Funker Vogt genozid

The currency of war
Neither money nor gold
Democide, genocide
Payment here is in blood
Man forgets what once was
The circle closes ¾it happens again
Blood toll, blood toll
In the night of the long knives
The toll of lives the toll of war
Is paid in blood and bodies
The arguments used for wars
Are just cheap and shoddy
The war, the hatred, the dark power
Man's greatest weakness
Born from the deepest resentment
Let's pay a blood toll