Drunk with hatred, filled with blood
Blinding darkness, where's your god?
Waiter... A can of Zyklon, please
Blinding darkness, where's your god?
Breathing death, vomit your soul
Life passes by, a bloody ghoul
Waiter... A can of Zyklon, please
To ease my torment, and swallow my fear
To forget this horror and finally die ... Drunk with hatred, filled with blood
Blinding darkness, where's your god?
Breathing death, vomit your soul
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