Chained to a world of suppression
Embraced by the red perfume
The wretched stench of humiliation
Our own filth consumed
Embraced by the red perfume
The wretched stench of humiliation
Our own filth consumed
Housed in barracks built for kettle
Stripped for all forms of dignity
Building a path for our own elimination
Deprived of all but misery
Panzer discipline to keep us in line
Constant treachery to survive
Envious of those who has been granted a merciful death
Hopefully we can soon walk in their steps
The survival instinct a cursed function
Death a bittersweet dream
Living for the sake of living
Hell doesn't longer seem at all frightening
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