The Meads of Asphodel - Silent Ghosts Of Babi Yar lyrics

Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat. Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D The clay is alive with wounds open wide, No funeral bells of last farewells Stacked like logs, then to be shot, Mothers and sons, let it be done Buried alive in sh** and piss, Waffen SS, drunk on blood. Iron crosses and yellow stars, The walking dead in Babi Yar Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat. Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D We have become the wind bewailed cries, A hallow voice of direful sighs Spiralling into the frozen gaze, Of d**hly faceless souls entwined Worms writhe in a shapeless tomb, in human gore imbued Files bewinged aloft do soar, In twisting sulphurous hue. If the oceans were filled with ink and all the forests and trees were pens, And even then it would not be possible to record the horrors here. This hell can exist, as long as no one see’s….