Twilight reaches the camp where he’s held,
While moonlight illuminates his gaunt figure.
The wires do surround all the cells,
And the guards have their hands on the triggers.
They’re forced in the showers from night until dawn,
Bleeding from where they were marked,
The process of corpses goes on and on,
Not many make it to dark.
The Sonderkommando shove bodies to flame,
While the SS take out the others.
For Himmler and Hitler, this all is a game,
While loved ones are made to kill brothers.
None make it pas the gallows and gas,
In order to live, please put on this mask.