This is Belzec... Where the death compound's gate, Proclaims in Hebrew: "Welcome to the Jewish state." This is Belzec... This is SS humor... Curse them
Night, night, night without end. No dawn comes, night without end. A judgement upon, The rotting corpse of the earth... A fog descends, Over Birkenau. Night, night
Standing above this swamp, Which could gush forth a spring... But the guns don't bark, And the cannons don't scream. And you don't see blood here, Only
I know that eash demon leaves us, If the fitting blood is made to spill... But no one is right, if no one is left. Laughing let us perish... Amid laughter