Oh watch out chief, don't miss your mark
Don't allow your hand to tremble by chance
Don't load your weapon with blanks
And don't think of executioner's noose
Or esle the night will arrive, the night
Fields and forests will vanish from our sight
Heavens will cease to sing for us
And will listen to the voices of the earth
And then the day will come, the day
Each will say, what took place I don't recall
And we'll march to the tune of the shepard's flute,
A unified herd, to the slaughterhouse
God endured and commanded us - so endure
Oh watch out chief, don't miss your mark
Don't allowyour hand to tremble by chance
Don't load your weapon with blanks
And don't think of executioner's noose