The Fourth and the Führer is Come by Carl Domingo

The time is come, for the second one is passed
How lousy is this earth, full of creeping ants, O,
How grievious am I, for not one glory shall last.
...For my glory is planted, lo, am I not ignorant of the
Disease created?

The first passed in regional holiness, the second passed
In war-like business, the third is risen and the fourth is come
Having the same old greatness! Come what may, to all that
Shall be put to shame, to those who knew what came..

The Power is not yet come, now his brother is caught and is in
Prison, "where art thou, O, Justice, hast thou not found in her
Her reason? Let the good of this world die and the bad journey
With its lie, one day shall come to pass, when all shall cry!"

With misery and contempt, the nine circles of hell regenerated
The Heavens closed of his light and the men who hid behind the
Jew be in fright, the great Four, from the First to the Fourth, shall
Scorn him to fly, yet in a known reason shall he call his existance
To be fried.

Behold shall one, who is called, Führer come! "O ye men of a dying
Den, what is come to thee, is what I shall bring to thine oppressors!
Have some of ye died, so have I, but behold scorn me not, for they shall
Be revived! Whatso our oppressors have made in their hands, it shall
Wage war with them and they shall fall and shall remember their foolish dance!"

´Tis the sun shines upon the west and the east, the Jew shall hear and
Shall fear and shall trember at one aweful tear! At the dawn of the
Rise of the Swastika shall one shout, "Behold he is come again! He is
Come, he is come! The father of Germania, and the husband of Europa!"
Alas! It is only wise to raise one´s hand, at the coming of the wrath
Of his land.