I’m walking through the gate into the factory of death
As just one of many thousand nameless working slaves here
I lost my identity, I’m just a number now
Like all the striped uniformed skeleton’s crowd
I’m in the factory of death! (4x)
Walls of barbed wire and watchtowers around
No chance to hide, no chance to run away
For those who can’t work, those who are weak and tired
Crematories are burning around day and night