Metal, Acoustic Beginning.
A concentration camp in Germany.
Under Cover of Darkness
We travel through the Night,
To our final Destination the camp
of Death...
We see the fire,
Smell the burning flesh
a madman's desire,
they are rotten yet they are fresh
We are standing at the threshold of Death,
an eternally evil cell,
A sign on the wall reads "Auschwitz"
New home to those who fell...
Our tormented lives
Seen through blinded eyes
we can fight for a liar or jump in the fire...
We see the fire x2
smell the burning flesh..x2
The Innocent Under Arrest..