THE MEADS OF ASPHODEL LYRICS

1. Sonderkommando

The tongues of a thousand tiny blue-red flames
Coughing our souls to heaven
In the heat the dead stir one last time
A foul, filthy death is mine.

You don’t have to die to walk in hell,
For here is hell,
You don’t have to die to walk in hell,
And hell is now,

You don’t have to die to walk in hell
no time to grieve, no time to weep,
You don’t have to die to walk in hell
Just time to die, just time to die.
You don’t have to die to walk in hell
Drag the dead, abomination, Rake the ash, my remains
Pull the teeth, a golden calf, Cut the hair, humiliation
Frail and wasted human forms, Wishing you were never born
Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom

Burn the flesh, cremation, Find the gold, stolen lives
Chains of clay, shrines of sod, we are dead, where was god?
Skin is cold, godless, young and old, forgotten
No more tears, suffering, wasted years, entombed.

Frail and wasted human forms, wishing you were never born
Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom

Ten strokes of filth from the slaughterhouse whip
Death bound we fall in pits of shit
Sacrifice, walking dead, infanticide, abandoned
Open greave, waste away, human plague, abomination.

The smoke rises up into the clouds, Looming above the funeral shrouds
Veiled from the icy moonless night, Are glowing embers of flesh so bright
The stars bedimmed in darkly woe, Enshrining all in hell below.

2. Wishing Well Of Bones

Death is here, death is there, A Wishing well of bones
All around, within, beneath, A Wishing well of bones
Sin defiled and we reviled, A Wishing well of bones
Gloomy grave, blood we crave, A Wishing well of bones
In the lap of sadism, A Wishing well of bones
Vanish into nothingness, A Wishing well of bones
Suffer, bleed and die, Suffer bleed and die…
Death is busy everywhere, A Wishing well of bones…
A Wishing well of bones,
All around, A Wishing well of bones
Within, beneath, A Wishing well of bones
Above is death, A Wishing well of bones
And we are death
Suffer bleed, and die
A Wishing well of bones,
In the lap of sadism, A Wishing well of bones
A Wishing well of bones
Vanish into nothingness, A Wishing well of bones
Suffer bleed, and die

3. Aktion T4

Euthanasia kiss of death, new Germania, nothing left
Megalomania, unsound mind, euthanasia, death to freaks
Action t4
Half alive, and half fucking dead, a piece of shit, not fit for life
go to sleep, and don’t wake up, fucking die, fucking die.
Action t4
Half alive, and half fucking dead, a piece of shit, not fit for life
go to sleep, and don’t wake up, fucking die, fucking die.
Euthanasia kiss of death, new Germania, nothing left
Action t4
Not fit for life, A piece of shit
Death to freaks, Kiss of death

4. Silent Ghosts Of Babi Yar

Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck
Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.
Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B
Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D
The clay is alive with wounds open wide, No funeral bells of last farewells
Stacked like logs, then to be shot, Mothers and sons, let it be done
Buried alive in shit and piss, Waffen SS, drunk on blood.
Iron crosses and yellow stars, The walking dead in Babi Yar
Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B
Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D
Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck
Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.
Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B
Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D
We have become the wind bewailed cries, A hallow voice of direful sighs
Spiralling into the frozen gaze, Of deathly faceless souls entwined

Worms writhe in a shapeless tomb, in human gore imbued
Files bewinged aloft do soar, In twisting sulphurous hue.

If the oceans were filled with ink and all the forests and trees were pens,
And even then it would not be possible to record the horrors here.
This hell can exist, as long as no one see’s….

5. Children Of The Sunwheel Banner (Part 1)

[Instrumental]

6. Children Of The Sunwheel Banner (Part 2)

Under the sign of the sunwheel banner, We will raise the might of Thors hammer
Dripping with hatred from every pore, We are the masters of total war
Nordic heroes from a winders dawn, Speechless shapes all dressed in black
Shadow watchmen of the fatherland, Sadistic kings of a new Deutschland

Teutonic hell, holy books and broken gods,
Teutonic hell, we shoot the fuckers down
Teutonic hell, a human death machine
Teutonic hell, this is no fucking dream

Teutonic hell, With murmuring blood and spitting bile
Teutonic hell, in darkest menace we drown
Teutonic hell, Under welkin shade and murdering scowl
Teutonic hell, we shoot the fuckers down

Assassins of a new world order, The name of god seems pointless here
Under the sign of the sunwheel banner, Panzers attack from the halls of Valhalla
Sons of Odin, legions of death, Semite reapers, with Zyclon B

Teutonic hell, Blasphemers of every fragile faith
Teutonic hell, of every hue and race
Teutonic hell, Holy books and broken gods
Teutonic hell, all to vanish without a trace

A new world order shall be born, from the ashes of racial annihilation, of murder and starvation.
Or mass extermination, this is the final solution…

7. Lamenting Weaver Of Horror

1 Witch. Thrice the gasping Jew hath bawled.
2 Witch. Thrice and once, the gypsy wailed
3 Witch. Ss guard cries: - ‘tis time! ‘tis time!
1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;

Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble

Glowing embers and faggot hiss
Bloated belly and boiling piss,
Curdled vomit, a blind man’s cane.
Eye of sinti, Slavic bane,

Tail of rat, and teeth of Jew
A piece of skin with ink tattoo
A mouth agape and quivering tongue
The sting of death, the victim stung

Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble

Into this pot we stir a stew
Of death, of hate, of death for you.

[Death speaks to a wandering boy in the realms of the recently murdered]
Boy “is anybody there, can anybody help me?”
Death “I am Death.”
Boy “Where am I?”
Death “You are here.”
Boy “Where is here?”
Death “Here is now, here is darkness.”
Boy “Please sir, what have I done?”
Death “You were fucking born.”
Boy “I want my mother? Where is she?”
Death “She is fucking dead”…
Boy “I don’t understand?”
Death “It is not for you to understand, just to die and be forgotten.”
Boy “I want to go home.”
Death “You are home, you are fucking dead, everybody you know is fucking dead.”
Boy “No.”

Death, I take this hollow chimney and whittle a flute from the oak riven ash, and cinders of men, women and children
Here is my song of death

I lay in a dreary open grave, chewing on a dandelion root
and the blood from the sod above drips into my mouth,
and the taste was of children dead,

Forever death bound we fall
lost in murder, a murdering haze
wrapped in wailing dread
of sackcloth and ash
upon a twilight dawn

8. Sins Of The Pharaohs

You saved your people long ago, Sending plagues upon pharaoh
Frogs and files, and grievous murrain, Rivers of blood, boils and blains,
First born dead, hail and thunder, Locust swarms, darkness asunder,
You led your kind from pain and death, To a promised land where mosses said set my people free

Now is here and here is now, Hear our prayers in Birkenau
In open graves your people lie, Blood and piss etched in their eyes
Why did you, oh god of creation, Abandon us to death and cremation?
Moloch lives in Nazi hate, But where is mosses, I hear his cry of
Set my people free

This is the oblivious veil of hate, where men are like worms without eyes,
Just silhouettes in disguise, Wheezy pendulums of times unending night.
I drown amongst the clamorous throes, A climbing tumult upon an empty sky,

Like rats we are, caught in a trap, far from Moab, and the Promised Land
Like fish on hooks, skinned alive, block 11, no one survives
A bullet shot, a coffin nail, left to rot, in a potters field
Armageddon has come this hour, but where is Mosses, I can hear his cry of
Set my people free

In Babylon long ago, A people lost by dismal woe
We believed in god up high, No chosen race, a race forgotten
Worms are we despised and rotten, Apathy is all we are
Where is Mosses? I can hear his cry of
Set my people free…

9. Last Train To Eden

Right is life. Left is death.

You don’t’ have to die to walk in hell, Here is death and know it well
One way ticket, there is no return, Unfit for life. But fit to burn
Breathing like fish cast into the sand, Torn from hope that none can withstand
You know you’re going to die, Fucking die
Sub human scum, forsaken by god, Nowhere to run, meat for Moloch
No time to grieve, just time to die, Last train to hell [2x]
It’s time to leave, to hells paradise, Cadaver wind storm ash on the breeze
A human cancer, a racial disease,
Poison blood, we beguile, Chants of death, Sieg Heil
Like bird shit on a dead man’s head, It’s over now, soon we’ll be dead.
Last train to hell [2x]
Teeth of flame, gnaw the flesh, The smoking dead, a handful of dust
The biting fog, glimmering dread, Crematoria…, wakes infernal
Right is life. Left is death, All that’s left is half a kilogram of ash.
Zyclon b in a red cross van, hear the call, of the death camp band
A serenade, of endless sleep, in this place, where life is cheap
The air is mouldering flesh, and twisting sulphurous hue

10. Hourglass Of Ash

Hungry maw, bright dread of flame, scorching flesh, in furnace ablaze
Cadaver fog, up in the night sky, barbed wire, a web of suicide,
Sobibor, mouths forever silent, Majdanek, wreath of smoke
Treblinka, a child’s stolen years, Belzec ash, a giant human sieve.
Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash
Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash
Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash
Hungry maw, bright dread of flame, scorching flesh, in furnace ablaze
Cadaver fog, up in the night sky, barbed wire, a web of suicide,
Sobibor, mouths forever silent, Majdanek, wreath of smoke
Treblinka, a child’s stolen years, Belzec ash, a giant human sieve.
Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash
Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash
Spell singers and earth rulers, Grasping at dreams with grinding claws
On death we have fed, by greed we are led
To the sound of the devils applause.

11. The Mussulmans Wander Through The Infernal Whirling Fires...

Many Gods and many voices
Pest control, we have no choices
We will fight and we will die
Shot to pieces you and I,
Apathy upon our knees
Around your necks our hands will squeeze
So dim the spark of human mercy
We don’t die in vain this time.

Sonderkommando 12 we fight
Sonderkommando 12 we die
Sonderkommando 12 we rise
Sonderkommando 12 we

Take us down you fucking scum
Today we die with heads held high
You may spit as we all crawl
But in the end you will all fall
We fight a beast so unforgiving
Making lives not worth living
But when we die and waste away
Let all who know stand up and say

Sonderkommando 12
Sonderkommando 12
Sonderkommando 12
Sonderkommando 12

Walking dead and helplessness, rabid dogs and rotting flesh
Nazi hate and gods as one, ignorance for everyone
Faith is blind and so are we, in the dark eternally
Never learning the shit we do, life is shit for me and you

Crawl in piss against the wall, die in shit die in filth
Suicide we embrace, now it’s time we must die
All together no surrender, fucking kill fucking die
It’s the end for you and I, let all who know stand up, and say…

12. Send My Love To Maher-Shalal-Hash-Baz

4 Crematoria with 5 furnaces, each with 3 doors
4 bodies in each, burning for 30 minutes.
In total 60 bodies burnt in half an hour, 120 bodies in an hour, 2,880 a day, 86,000 corpses a month, and you look at the countless rows of barbed wire
Crematoria’s chimneys rising into the sky, guards, the snapping dogs
There was no hope, stripped naked and sent to death







THE MEADS OF ASPHODEL LYRICS