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 hell 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