Beady eyes, ANGLO lies

Muffled Aryan women's cries

Aryan children, big and small

Bomber Harris kills them all

Left, right, right, left

ANGLO sows the seeds of death

Not a stone is left to stand

When ANGLO flies across the land

After starting World War One

The ANGLO's work was still not done

So joining with the Pole and Jew

He made a new one: World War Two

To sate his thirst for Aryan blood

That he wanted, that he got

Now Dresden is devoid of cheer

Hans have fear; the ANGLO is here