1. DEHUMANIZED

Reborn in negation I tread on the crosses
Symbols of the past, inheritance of the nations
I entrust the scepter to hierarchy power
With disappearing limits of identity

Molded by the system I rely upon submission
Invaluableness of life, universality of evil
I become a perfect extermination machinery
With its hourglass full of innocent souls

Constrained by hunger I escape into meanness
Layers of ruthlessness, shield of egoism
I reduce the human to physiognomy,
With my rejected heart dried to dust

Beguiled by hope I disown humanity
Elements of heroism, spirit of resistance
I impose the rules on accomplice victims
With destiny tattooed on their forearms

Addicted to terror I dry my tears
Bastions of compassion, hosts of weaknesses
I create a world of reversed Decalogue
With its numbers across the black sky


2. APPREHENSIVE RESPECT

Standing naked at the edge of former order
The world known from unimportant memories
I fall silent with the sense of boundless alienation
Uncertainty undermines my further existence
Spreading in my heart the unbearable longing
For the laws of concentration camps

The time of dehumanization and contempt was my time
The time of formulating thoughts, steering the potential
The time of barbed wires and crematory glow was our time
The time of deeming values, receiving attitudes

My outlook distorted in immaturity
Moulded by inhuman times and acts
Fights with the common consciousness of crime

The world of mass genocide and murderous work
The world of ruthless executioners and gas chambers
The world of ubiquitous punishments and hunger terror
With the apprehensive respect I considered as mine

Being overwhelmed by the restored reality
I look apathetically for my own fate
In the lost world of reversed Decalogue


3. SLEEPING IN FLAME

Beloved sisters, flowers of the forgotten dreams
How trustfully you take to our insincere palms
The sea of flawless bodies glitters with a thousand glances
The ones we cannot return among all the silent sadness

Beloved sisters, you strut shyly in the march of nakedness
With the wind flowing on a beautiful hair cascade
In the breaths’ warmth lurk the promises of pleasure
The unspeakable ones to sleep in a flame

Beloved sisters, still calm in unawareness
You share with us the youthful sweetness of smile
And you walk gracefully toward the heavy doors
The ones that separate you from eternity

Beloved sisters, sentimental thoughts run to you
Onto the other side of human consciousness
And with prayer they cover your small footprints
The ones which invariably lead to the crematory


4. ANUS MUNDI

I still see an army of shadows at the lethal assemblies
A recollection of people with dead gazes
I see skin pulled on exhausted despair
Unceasingly hanged between life and death

I still see a heap of bodies at the dreadful square
Dummies shrouded in a silent lack of reverence
I see a smiles of uniformed hatred
Collecting a toll for the implacable destiny

…And I am still afraid of dreaming

I still hear a scream of metallic deliverance
Smashing up skulls by the wall of tears
I hear a thousand sighs of unimportant numbers
Whose prayers flow with blood among laughter

I still hear steps of countless transports
While they go into the flaming arms of the unknown
I hear the last words of convicted temporality
And a wind dancing with clouds of smoke

…And I am still afraid of dreaming

I still remember beloved faces contorted with pain
And horrifying masks on triumphal sadism
I remember cruel ruthlessness of stripped slavery
In a dishonorable world of reversed Decalogue

I still see, I still hear, I still remember
Do you?


5. DEAD CHIMNEYS MONUMENT

Salty drops mark bodies with invisible scars
Bodies of human shadows among their excrements
Salty drops fill slowly their empty eye sockets
Unintentionally raised onto the burning skies
Salty drops irritate the senses of parasitic brothers
Indifferent toward eternal wailing cacophony
Salty drops sail in defiance of idleness
Like the yearned rivers of crematory transports

Ritual awaiting with obscene affluence
Within the sphere of low numbers elite
Ritual awaiting for the beneficial cattle cars
Temples of hope useless to the swollen corpses
Ritual awaiting with the feeling of nothingness
Dislodges the anonymous death monstrosity
Ritual awaiting that passes in silence
Over the innocence contorted by the Cyclone B

Morbid anxiety satiates with the infinity of hours
Driving gears in the survival machine
Morbid anxiety of the cursed docility victims
With lips filled by ungodly prayers
Morbid anxiety evoked by absurdity sights
Is a testimony to the abyss of moral coma
Morbid anxiety that sculpts in the subconscious
Preposterousness of the dead chimneys monument


6. PATIENTS OF THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE

You struggle aguishly in captivity of fever
With a silent plea of clenched jaws
Mutilated body spit with suppurated bleeding
From among sutures of murderous cuts

At the flash of consciousness you sob voicelessly
With bloody tears of deathly suffering
Hateful pain pierces the swollen limbs
Imprinted by untimely decease

Ruthless butchers with academic titles
Swear an oath of moral decadence
Among silent prayers contaminated by fear

You tear apart the sticky cocoon of nightmares
Just to awake in the macabre of reality
Lethal gangrene hungry for a helpless victim
Bites into your wounds with infected fangs

You shudder at the last stage of martyrdom
Irreparably deafened by a wailing requiem
Sinister stench of postoperative complications
Strangles your senses on the hospital deathbed

Esteemed executioners in surgical masks
Cut the human material with contempt
For the sake of ideological absurdity system

You freeze in the clutches of inevitable death
Which crushes emaciated life in a sadistic act

Criminals of pseudo-medical experiments
Quarter humanity with merciless scalpels
In the macabre world of reversed Decalogue


7. SONDERKOMMANDO

In streams of anxiety I catch a breath of present time
And open a hidden door in a floor with the imprinted hand
Once again I begin a night descent toward my cellar worlds
Where the past of million shadows plays with silent calmness
I dive strenuously in an element of unwanted visions
Painted with pangs of conscience, fed with sadness
And helpless I stand among demons from the former life
The one tragically led in a treadmill of inhuman cruelty

Detested by the enemy, condemned by my co-brothers
I carry my burden of loneliness through the striped crowd
I pass dreams, hopes, I proceed among bitterness and tears
Unceasingly closing eyes of those who desire the sunrise

I silence my heart, forget the prayers, reject all thoughts
As I live in the irreversibleness of stupor just to last
I welcome trust, surprise, I say goodbye to faith and pride
And I write down the tragedy of humankind turned to dust

Being dead alive I await stepping out of the row
A moment of last crossing the hellish threshold
Eternal chimneys don’t forgive their foster sons
And they consume the testimony of extermination system

Devastated by the claims of abstract past
I am awaking to reality created in shade
Where from a victim of humanity burying times
I become an executioner in eyes of injustice
Weary of life I examine myself in a mirror of sorrow
And my senile reflection is flowing with the last tear
Ready for meeting faces faded long ago by time
I join the rest of the damned from Sonderkommando

Here comes the time to dream


8. LUX IN TENEBRIS LUCET

Convicted for blood we live humbly in a land of eternal night
Where the chimney, camp’s black angel, has challenged the sun
He has thrown a shade on the bodies hog tied with a barbed wire
Yet could not deprive our hearts of the light

Lux in tenebris lucet

Absorbed by the society of progressive dehumanization
We fight for the inner preservation of pride
We stand against the wind with a chain of hatred by our feet
Yet your ubiquitous spirit makes us feel free

Lux in tenebris lucet

The skies thunder over the cursed pandemonium
In which individuals defend the memory of their fathers
Eternity remains silent over the bestial world
In which compassion opposes absurdity
The sea bursts into flames over the kingdom of darkness
In which human desires to remain human
A mirror freezes over the plant of extermination
In which the saints’ wings grow without majesty

Lux in tenebris lucet

Put to an inhuman test we unite in faith
And with a prayer we look into the eyes of destiny
A cross weighs the weak bodies down, a bloody crown cries
Yet we still proceed onto the Golgotha of the common

Lux in tenebris lucet