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The Meads of Asphodel Sonderkommando off the Sonderkommando album Full codex and lyrics can be found at Metatron's page: Meads of Asphodel homepage: Purchase the album and merchandise Used the following for footage: Rare Color Footage Depicting Jewish Life in the Shtetl Before the Holocaust Genocide - Animated Documentary Film Artist: Arkadiusz Olszewski You can support the artist here: This video is a tribute and not for profit. I'm a Meads fan Lyrics: 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 like funeral shrouds Veiled from the icy moonless night, Are glowing embers of flesh so bright That stars bedimmed in darkly woe, Enshrining all in hell below
