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Retaliation across the city of Kiev

Exterminate the filth and vermin

A paradigm of slaughter against this plague

Fighting to recover the homeland

Signs inform them "departure in the morning"

If they don't appear they're put to death

Descend into the arms of butchery

Tis a bitter poignancy that they anticipate their future

On the morning of Yom Kipur the wind whips the whispers of the dead

If these bells still toll they know they're alive

Bodies dense with the stench of fear, whispers, cries, yet dry eyes

Where are the trains to drive them on, all trudge forward with anticipation

Hearts beat with the fear of the unknown, minds foresee brighter futures

Led through the barren cemetary

Beaten and stripped of all humanity

With sadistic intent, a sense of depravity

All are dispatched to their destination by a bullet

The glazed eyes of the old man gaze up at his god

Who witnesses the grotesque with silence

Thousands embrace each other in their demise, blood pools on alabaster flesh

This ravine now will run red, empty hollow life. So, so fragile

The taste of iron blood, faith is a better cross to bear

Than their medal for massacre, their medal for massacre

Descent into genocide

As they close their eyes for the final time

The brave bear witness to their resettlement