Drifting back to consciousness and time
Blackness gives to a mist-veiled hell
Red-brick corridors rigid with suffering
Hoisted by black clad demons in their own domain
The devil himself approaches
Teeth reflecting the bones he saw charred
Hair muddied by thousands buried
Es ist schön!
The horn of condemnation mourns outside
Kommandant! Der Zug ist angekommen!
Division of sexes
Childish cries of seperation
Murmurs of confusion become screams of anguish
Hope and lungs dissolve as silence seeps to the families
Wails of loss under laborious commands
Tears well within the voids of art
Days of death become weeks of genocide
Men of stature whittle to skin and bone
SHUFFLING SKELETONS ARE LED AWAY
Pits are dug, filled, then left
Ash melts into cursed paint
Skull and bones return to stare
Until a sinister gift is brought
Haunting grin of clairvoyance
Dissolution becomes choking
Smoke rises higher as graves fill faster
But the train keeps coming
A cyclic machine of death
That keeps grinding life to ash and dirt
As the death toll raises hope withers away
Even as the final message comes in
"FUHRER HITLER IST TöT"
No one is spared as the gas cradles two thousand more
BLACK ONES WATCH AS THEY SHRIVEL TO THE MOTHERLY FLOOR
"My malice knows no bounds my dear
Your eyes they hide a thriving parasite
A VICTIM YOU'LL BE OF UNJUST WRATH
AS HOPE DISSOLVES IN DUST AND ASH"
All that is known to Priscilla and the drones is...
The helpless suffering of dying alone