Once we're separated,

each takes their own path.

some to gas chambers,

others face a wrath.

The night before entry,

the terror begins,

the fear of the unknown,

where death's darkness spins.

"Remove your clothing!"

the german shouts loud,

"take off your shoes,

line up, don't be proud."

So we comply,

leaving it all behind,

do we deserve this?

in truth, i can't find.

We twist and we turn,

searching for warmth,

chilled to the bone,

in this horror we're sworn.