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May this cold wind never blow again
The past shining through generations

She escaped, he did not
Another so-called "unworthy of life"
Survivor of the Final Solution
Looking at the shadow's victims engraved in stone
A never-ending last cry for the gone

Itinerary in the darkness
Crushed, packed and terrified
Thuds and cold. Bleeding hands. Obscure feeling of death
Opening of the train doors and shattered hopes
The human tragedy at its worst

Holocaust denial, blinded by ashes fall
Nostalgic of the T-4. Murderers of the truth
Waiting for another chance. Hate-mongers, let them burn
"Chosen people" watch your back
From the darkness of the past.

Persecution from first to last
It takes generations to heal
But how far can your bruises legitimate your beatings?

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