The Red Smell - Vreid

Chained to a world of suppression

Embraced by the red perfume

The wretched stench of humiliation

Our own filth consumed

Housed in barracks built for kettle

Stripped for all forms of dignity

Building a path for our own elimination

Deprived of all but misery

Panzer discipline to keep us in line

Constant treachery to survive

Envious of those who has been granted a merciful death

Hopefully we can soon walk in their steps

The survival instinct a cursed function

Death a bittersweet dream

Living for the sake of living

Hell doesn’t longer seem at all frightening