All Hail To Holocoauster

his morning.
I wake up at home
I understand
that time has come...
Has come to my house,
to my head,
and i must run away,
Because ahead...

I'll leave my flat 
I'll leave my home
So faster than
I can return

The rage of [bad word] is in my eyes
I summon Hitler-
lord to rise
And now i am like 
in Sailor Moon 
But i'm Hitler 
with heavy staff. 

O, holy [bad word]  
it's paradise 
I wave my Reich staff
and old bum turns 

into a soldiers 
of Wermacht-lord,
sandboxes in-
to captured camps. 
I need to fly 
to [bad word] moon 
Where Hitler is
and I'm gonna find him soon

Now is the moon 
a flying fylfot, 
Which exterminate 
all the world.