Through humid corridors
That lead to fields of night
Designed of glass and snow
But too dark to see the sky
In a temple of burning bodies
Where the medicine leaves you numb
He could be found crying
To the sound of broken drums
The air was replaced with fire
With rooms too damp to breathe
Cyanide clouds are forming
Over the children too scared to sleep
When the smell of these corpses
Began to poison his lungs
He poured into his stein the holy water
And let the burden burn his tongue
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