With the Jewish blood of the traitor
We will anoint our courage
Past mistakes will be not forgotten
Your execution will be without trial
Insufferable cockroach
Without honor or gallantry
Your excuses will not be heard
Your sentence has already been given.
The time for amends is over
Explanations are useless
Your repulsive acts have exhausted
The patience of all my comrades
Liar without honor
Swindler without a side
You sow discord wherever you go
Disgusting Jew in disguise
With your blood and guts
We will make a dantesque spectacle
Because you are not worthy
Of even a decent burial
Your death will be anything
But quick and merciful
Your memory will be
A bitter pill to swallow
and your work a sign of shame
degenerate art as the only one
repulsive in the image and likeness of its author
left for its total destruction by the sands of time
With the Jewish blood of the traitor
We have anointed our courage
The past mistakes were not forgotten
His execution was without trial
Insufferable cockroach
Without honor or gallantry
His excuses were not heard
His execution has already been carried out.