Lined up on the road to death

Victims sure to die

Trapped in lives of living hell

Horror in their minds

Tyrants chose their destiny

Picked to die at birth

Bunred behind the concrete walls

Their screams are never heard



Flesh it burns and peels away

The blood boils in your veins

Inhale the smoke from burning flesh

Hear the screams of pain

Vomit as you start to die

Choking on the bile

Corpses hooked and dragged away

Thrown into the pile



Roasting in the crematorium, death is slow

Flames burn your fucking flesh to the bone