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Right is life. Left is death.

You don’t’ have to die to walk in hell, Here is death and know it well

One way ticket, there is no return, Unfit for life. But fit to burn

Breathing like fish cast into the sand, Torn from hope that none can withstand

You know you’re going to die, Fucking die

Sub human scum, forsaken by god, Nowhere to run, meat for Moloch

No time to grieve, just time to die, Last train to hell 2x

It’s time to leave, to hells paradise, Cadaver wind storm ash on the breeze

A human cancer, a racial disease,

Poison blood, we beguile, Chants of death, Sieg Heil

Like bird shit on a dead man’s head, It’s over now, soon we’ll be dead.

Last train to hell, 2x

Teeth of flame, gnaw the flesh, The smoking dead, a handful of dust

The biting fog, glimmering dread, Crematoria…, wakes infernal

Right is life. Left is death, All that’s left is half a kilogram of ash.

Zyclon b in a red cross van, hear the call, of the death camp band

A serenade, of endless sleep, in this place, where life is cheap

The air is mouldering flesh, and twisting sulphurous hue