The Bitch of Buchenwald

Skin lamps are, Burning
 Bones are thinnin'
 Devil's on the loose
 Fresh flay for the taking
 The Grotesque walk like arachnid-dead
 En route to incineration
 Time drags its heel here
 Digging shallow graves
 In timeless petrifaction
 Devil's foulest mistress
 Morbid love of death
 Only mean bones in this body
 Unbridled sadistic bitch
 She-Wolf - Oppressor
 The pleasures of her flesh
 She carries her madness to the bone
 Serrated bride of death
 "Oh you fucking Devils-whore
 She loved it to death"
 You will know no rest
 No, there ain't no warm bodies here
 This cruelty's coming from Hells heart
 A soul-less dead mind cold as steel
 Under callous beatings
 Into degraded wretched wrecks
 Violated, flayed and rotting
 Under the Iron-hex
 The Bitch of Buchenwald
 The Bitch of Buchenwald
 Dead-skin lust burning through her brain
 Ravenous bitch howling insane
 The Bitch of Buchenwald
 The Bitch of Buchenwald
 The Bitch of Buchenwald
 In untamed callous wickedness
 Malicious life-control
 "Can you see the skin lamps burning in the night
 Beneath the search-light towers..."
 Hyena-excruciator hemming you inn
 By the light of a thousand cleavers
 Falling asleep for this very last time
 To the sound of the funeral-furnace screaming
 Rattling bony fingers
 Rattling chains to hold your soul
 This appetite for death is unrelenting
 Skin harvest lunacy
 Iron-clad in certainty
 Death is release - No hope or illusion
 Immolation delirium
 So insipid and impure
 Draped in scraps of human flesh
 This bitch will flay you raw
 Unquenchable blood-thirst boiling
 In boundless tribulation
 Pure undiluted madness
 In prolonged putrefaction