1. Krematorium

Moved like cattle to the assembling point, just a few spared.
Surrounded by stench of vomit and fear.
A finger pointed in my direction, a trail of blood my compass.
Fear burying my breath following the lifeless.
Inside the building agony bids me welcome, the horror revealed.
Blinded by night the windows are sealed.
The Sieg Rune enslaved me taking my very last pride this night.
My senses are slipping away forever.
Odourless carbon monoxide is leaving the building swiftly and fast.
Taken outside to burn with the rest.
Perished into snowflakes I fall down from the heavens above to down below.
There's no God to witness this relentless horror.

2. Carpet Bombing

Flares lead my way over the occupied lands,at the dawn of opening my hatch.
From a high altitude everything below seems asleep,illuminating our objectives.
Sparkles below create a carpet of surprising pain, unlike a common daily rain.
Return emptied and exhausted on spare fuel,another city in ruins victory is ours.

Hear the whistle from the sky.
Bombs are falling, you're going to die.
Breathing your last breath, the end...
A once vivid city, scorched and burned.

In formation upholding our vision we returned, re-fueled and reloading again.
Causing pain and extinction, below there's nothing to see, just fire and tears.
We carpeting your fear and lives, erasing your memories, thunder from above.
The sound of our engines have silenced from the screams below as we go onwards.

3. Manoeuvre East

Eastwards we went, adrenaline fluxed with death.
Roaring divisions, rape you insane.
Parting your children, the elderly and weak.
Picturesque landscapes, painted in red.
Under the banner of the deadhead, we conquer.
We slave you behind the barbed wire.
With glazing eyes, you witness the murder East.
Salvation and peace comes with the beast.
Why.....We must cry....
Why.....We must die.....
Stripping your life, raping your wife, serve our will.
Freezing to death, boiling in bath, we came to kill.
Exploding tissue, frantic scream.
Are you still thinking, this is a dream?
Fragments of thoughts, scattered shells, all but why.
We've defeated your will, now we're going to kill, you're going to die.
Obedience to us, you're mine.
We're going East, it's time.

4. NaPola

We grow by number, every day one joins under the swastika.
Leaving behind the civilized world.
Every thought serves the cause, as we've been told many times.
A proud to be Aryan.
Curtains of blood fall over Europe, we are the next in line.
Preserve and protect from decline.
To kill is to survive...
I'll take away your life...
Follow the runes, we are dressed in hate. Your Zionist God will come too late!
Each of us, indoctrinated and stale. My knife pierces your flesh, so pale!

5. MG-34

Piercing your bones. With hundreds we come.
At the shores we'll await. We smell your fear.
Flickering light. Leaves from the barrel.
Bodies drop in the sand. Bullets whistle around.
I'm made out of steel.
I breathe 900 rounds a minute.
Machinery of pain.
Born from hatred to kill.

Blood splashes up against the wall. Screams fading in echoes.
The barrels changed every minute. Exhausted from killing.

6. False Flag

Blindfolding your awareness, for we are present.
Deception lies in our nature, for you won't see.
We've twisted your minds and broken your tongue.
It's not us who are slaves, but you who are the enslaved.
We have bombed your houses, raped the weak.
The eyes of Zion. the elder ones aflame with unbelief.
The fallen glory has opened your eyes, and many wounds.
Debris in your hands from the land, defeated by

7. Nerve Agent

Like a cloud gathered it comes from above, blown by the wind in my direction.
The very first gasp inhales a fire, telling the tale of the unconsciousness ones.
I am loosing my sight while my scent disappears, only the smell of blood remains.
I can't hear a thing anymore, my limbs are feeling numb and lifeless to the bone.
Caged inside this body the cloud waves over never to return again, but what is left of me?
But what is left of me?....... Of me?

Eyes are watching me and trying to communicate, but I can't reply to their needs.
Something was taken from me within a glimpse, my nerves have fallen asleep.
Years are passing by, imprisoned for life, the gas inside has eaten my senses and sanity.
The raging battle still roars a war which has never ended, I only ask you for this one favor.
Step aside your ethics and take me to my last will, back there that once was....
But what was left of me?..... Of me?

8. Morphium

Warfare machines.
Killing spree.
Witness the mad.
Hatred infested.
Tomorrow in flames.
Morphium eyes.
Witness the mad.
Hanging west.....