Flüstern aus dem Reich

A voice cuts through the empty night, "Follow me," it says, "take flight." What’s the cost? We never know, But the path’s unclear and the seeds we sow. Whispers from the Reich, Taste the fire, feel the strike. Promises sweet, but nothing’s right, Whispers from the Reich. "Step right up, don't think too much, The truth’s a game you’ll never touch." One by one, the voices rise, Told what to think, we’re hypnotized. Whispers from the Reich, Taste the fire, feel the strike. Promises sweet, but nothing’s right, Whispers from the Reich. "March together," the voice insists, But who’s laughing now in the mist? Glory's a joke, but the crowd still cheers, Riding high, forgetting fears. Whispers from the Reich, Taste the fire, feel the strike. Promises sweet, but nothing’s right, Whispers from the Reich. March, march, into the haze, Whispers guide us through the maze. ---