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Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck

Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.

Einsatzgruppen  A   Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen  C   Einsatzgruppen D

The clay is alive with wounds open wide, No funeral bells of last farewells

Stacked like logs, then to be shot, Mothers and sons, let it be done

Buried alive in shit and piss, Waffen SS, drunk on blood.

Iron crosses and yellow stars, The walking dead in Babi Yar

Einsatzgruppen  A   Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen  C   Einsatzgruppen D

Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck

Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.

Einsatzgruppen  A   Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen  C   Einsatzgruppen D

We have become the wind bewailed cries, A hallow voice of direful sighs

Spiralling into the frozen gaze, Of deathly faceless souls entwined

Worms writhe in a shapeless tomb, in human gore imbued

Files bewinged aloft do soar, In twisting sulphurous hue.

If the oceans were filled with ink and all the forests and trees were pens,

And even then it would not be possible to record the horrors here.

This hell can exist, as long as no one see’s….