The King of the Red - Sterbhaus

When the great Gods of the Olympus rose

And men gathered to celebrate those

Who never change but who held the reins

All the nations stooped and never cared

Never had guts to spare

King of the Red, the bearded dead

Summon the hordes in boots of led

With bolted doors then off to war

They will forgive in the end, after all it’s for

The rise of another Reich, hailed and glorified

Yet now, when the game is over

The world is yet again

Astute and able to view with opened eyes

And to condemn them faraway everyday crimes

Put 'im in the box, this Russian fox

With furry chest and gun and ship him off

To hunt the lost

Hiding ‘neath the rainbow

There he will find an answer

Only he is looking for!

King of the Red, the bearded dead

Must stash his mustache, and shoot ‘em dead

With bolted doors then off to war

In the shadow of a self made idiot born

From underneath a wishful thinking

Of a third world war

While pencil pushing at the borders of the law

Now praise the host and raise the cup

In the name of the Gods this will never ever stop

Hail!

Hail!

The King of the Red

Hail!

Hail!

The King of the Red

King of the Red!

Siberia will await the fox

Open armed to welcome the defender of imperial arts

King of the Red!

This pale war mongerer

Hellbent on walking in the worn torn footsteps of the

Dead Kings of the Red