Sitting in a train embraced by horror and fear
The smell of death is coming closer
Into the chamber
Trying to oppose reflections from the past
Appearance of your face tells me
Into the oven
It never happened
Live to tell the lie
It never happened
Piles and piles of bodies lying dead
Emaciated, pale, inferior, instructions taken by the man
Into the oven
Tortured souls and faces embellish your mind
By your overstated pride we survived, you died
Into the coffin
The smell of death is coming closer
Into the chamber
Trying to oppose reflections from the past
Appearance of your face tells me
Into the oven
It never happened
Live to tell the lie
It never happened
Piles and piles of bodies lying dead
Emaciated, pale, inferior, instructions taken by the man
Into the oven
Tortured souls and faces embellish your mind
By your overstated pride we survived, you died
Into the coffin