Sargeist

Fires burn yet again
Fed with corpses of the men
Who opposed us and never will be free
They still live for only flames to see
And the old gas chambers
Destroy human life again
Pestilent weak people
Grimly rid with Zyklon-B
You will work force labour
For our engines of war
As the fodder to feed with
To be reaped with war
God's race feeds our cause
Such an irony within
Grim Northern funeral winds