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Over a gate, over a pain

a sign shone to a chilly night

a slogan burnt into your soul

work makes clean hand in hand with death

stretched wires and barbs of pouring blood

telling stories of eternal diening

Rails bearded with grass

silently getting rusty - they know the road to hell

In stones slackened by dirt and excrements

you lose your weight in war with character

death factory producing screaming burnts

under chimneys with crossed hooks

erasing names of your hidden family

never will be put on mourning board

Losers who went thru gates

sit in front row watching a movie of their death

they've beaten your pride into shivering parts

watch towers laughing of barking dogs

slaughters of pigs killed in a wrong way today

watching movement behind gate with one way sign post

you live here and the pure rade lives here

they are proud of not belonging to you

Pump that survived the genocide

forever pumps the blood blood of proud nations

Counting pieces without being able to move

where are the cars going why are the engines rewing

mothers and childrens on their way better future

strange reason for fast displacement

will learn those undressed before having a shower

where sweet gas cleaned their souls

Watch dogs who tore your flesh

tear you chains, when they howl in your dreams

Your remember being fulled towards trains

having signs of shame you chest

welcomed cattle marked to death

suitcases burnt sooner than you

families were laughing waving hand

on a trip to gas chambers