The Bitch of Buchenwald - Nocturnal Breed

Skin lamps are, Burning

Bones are thinnin'

Devil’s on the loose

Fresh flay for the taking

The Grotesque walk like arachnid-dead

En route to incineration

Time drags its heel here

Digging shallow graves

In timeless petrifaction

Devil’s foulest mistress

Morbid love of death

Only mean bones in this body

Unbridled sadistic bitch

She-Wolf — Oppressor

The pleasures of her flesh

She carries her madness to the bone

Serrated bride of death

«Oh you fucking Devils-whore

She loved it to death»

You will know no rest

No, there ain’t' no warm bodies here

This cruelty’s coming from Hells heart

A soul-less dead mind cold as steel

Under callous beatings

Into degraded wretched wrecks

Violated, flayed and rotting

Under the Iron-hex

The Bitch of Buchenwald

The Bitch of Buchenwald

Dead-skin lust burning through her brain

Ravenous bitch howling insane

The Bitch of Buchenwald

The Bitch of Buchenwald

The Bitch of Buchenwald

In untamed callous wickedness

Malicious life-control

«Can you see the skin lamps burning in the night

Beneath the search-light towers…»

Hyena-excruciator hemming you inn

By the light of a thousand cleavers

Falling asleep for this very last time

To the sound of the funeral-furnace screaming

Rattling bony fingers

Rattling chains to hold your soul

This appetite for death is unrelenting

Skin harvest lunacy

Iron-clad in certainty

Death is release — No hope or illusion

Immolation delirium

So insipid and impure

Draped in scraps of human flesh

This bitch will flay you raw

Unquenchable blood-thirst boiling

In boundless tribulation

Pure undiluted madness

In prolonged putrefaction