Midnight knocks upon the door Boot heels thunder on the floor Names are spoken, candles die Red dawn waits beyond the sky Brothers vanish into cars Dragged beneath the German stars Every shadow wears a face Every friend could sell your name LONG KNIVES — CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT LONG KNIVES — NO MERCY, NO LIGHT SLEEP NOW — THE HUNTERS HAVE COME THE DEEDS ARE DONE BEFORE THE SUN In the halls where banners hung Promises rot upon the tongue Power feeds on blood and fear The butcher whispers, “Victory’s here” Röhm dreams beneath a locked door Tomorrow will not come anymore Men who marched beneath his flame Now come to erase his name LONG KNIVES — CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT LONG KNIVES — NO MERCY, NO LIGHT SLEEP NOW — THE HUNTERS HAVE COME THE DEEDS ARE DONE BEFORE THE SUN Across the roads the engines groan Through the darkness, death rides home No trial bell, no judgment made Only orders in the shade And when the morning finally came The streets were quiet, but not the same A government baptized in dread Counted living, counted dead Who holds the knife? Who names the traitor? Who feeds the fire? Who crowns the killer? The blade cuts twice— Once through the body, Once through the lie That power comes clean. LONG KNIVES — CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT LONG KNIVES — SWALLOWING THE LIGHT NO GOD — NO LAW — NO MERCY ABOVE ONLY POWER — FEAR — AND BLOOD The night remembers... The dead remember... The night remembers... THE LONG KNIVES.
