Collar Over Mouth

The moonlight crusaders, Fabled hounds of the night, Stalking the lands of the father, As harbingers of the Third Reich, Though hounds in title, They are united in blood, A purity forged by wont of reprisal, Against the carnal natures of the descendants of mud, By committing essential assassinations, To eliminate the enemies of Aryan liberty, And the people of Germany. From their birthplace in the sea, To their mountainous retreats, They stand alone in defiance, To multi-ethnic reliance, For if one is already superior, Why intermingle with the inferior, A tragically righteous mission, Globally rejected before consideration, Then persecuted by the powers they dared to contend, To awake the world that was blinded, By the self-proclaimed victims, Of a purge that killed millions, In their new front they lie in wait, Behind the trunks of trees and calendar dates, Eager to prove in what they've said, That their armies lie dormant but not dead.