Do you remember all the faces, bodies behind the barbwire
Do they appaer in your dreams, can you hear their screams?
Silver skulls shining bright, as the flames climb higher
Silver skulls shining bright, more are thrown into the fire
Ever come to your mind, that you're killing your own kind
For pleasure or under preasure, you can see, you ain't blind
Like the everpresent smell, you're there at the entrance
Smiling and wishing well, as they walk gy like in a trance