The Führer shakes Himmler’s hands,
And his hand is sweaty with fear,
He senses it clearly, it’s coming to an end,
He hopes that Himmler will protect him.
The Führer feels miserable today,
Although he doesn’t admit it yet,
But he knows that as long as possible,
As long as it continues,
He can rely on Himmler
And on the protection of his SS,
Which shields him from the anger of the masses,
And that‘s why he still acts quite brash.
With the protection of his bodyguards,
He feels as if in Abraham’s bosom,
But rightfully, we can expect
That he will soon lose this protection too.
Thus, the ranks are constantly thinning,
Of those who stand around the Führer,
His loyal followers are becoming fewer,
And one day, you will see,
That the Führer will stand all alone,
His last follower will be gone,
Then they will come to terms with him,
And atone for his mass murder.
Today, you see him smiling in the picture,
As he shakes Heinrich Himmler’s hand,
This handshake brings death rattles,
And fear and terror upon the land.
Post-Editing: Eleonore A. Speckens
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