The Meads of Asphodel - Sonderkommando lyrics

The tongues of a thousand tiny blue-red flames Coughing our souls to heaven In the heat the dead stir one last time A foul, filthy d**h is mine. You don’t have to die to walk in hell, For here is hell, You don’t have to die to walk in hell, And hell is now, You don’t have to die to walk in hell no time to grieve, no time to weep, You don’t have to die to walk in hell Just time to die, just time to die. You don’t have to die to walk in hell Drag the dead, abomination, Rake the ash, my remains Pull the teeth, a golden calf, Cut the hair, humiliation Frail and wasted human forms, Wishing you were never born Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom Burn the flesh, cremation, Find the gold, stolen lives Chains of clay, shrines of sod, we are dead, where was god? Skin is cold, godless, young and old, forgotten No more tears, suffering, wasted years, entombed. Frail and wasted human forms, wishing you were never born Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom Ten strokes of filth from the slaughterhouse whip d**h bound we fall in pits of sh** Sacrifice, walking dead, infanticide, abandoned Open greave, waste away, human plague, abomination. The smoke rises up into the clouds, Looming above the funeral shrouds Veiled from the icy moonless night, Are glowing embers of flesh so bright The stars bedimmed in darkly woe, Enshrining all in hell below.