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invaded souls- Auschwitz
Imagine life without a smile, a mother lost without her child
Stolen from the world, a father pleads for his baby girl,
Whisked away in a flash, her beauty turned to ash
Lovers hands torn away, he reassures her it will be okay,
Him to the left her to the right
His heart sinks as she fades from sight
Captured souls and broken dreams
Handed to the vicious thieves
Satan’s arm marches by, disguised within the wicked lies,
Millions of lives tossed away
An old man begs for one for day, not for him but for his wife,
Who’s been beside him his whole life
Some pray at night for free will
Others slip away cold and still
Hungry and faith has faded, hearts and souls have been invaded
Lucifer’s men burst through the door, dragging the helpless to the floor
They march them through the valley of death
An innocent child takes her last breath
Like cattle through the night, how can this be right?
Praying for forgotten faith, two by two through the devil’s gate
The mother whose child was taken away, refuses to live another day
Her life was empty when she arrived, with no more tears in her eyes
With her son, she longs to be, in her head she counts to three,
She holds her breath in suspense and takes her last on the fence
The father who yearned for his only child could not go on without her smile
For his girl, he craved revenge, knowing his life would also end
He threw himself into the lion’s cage, the lions laughed and fired in rage
The lover who was torn from his wife, remembered her words and kept his life
She made him promise if she were to die that life goes on and there’s reasons why
For all the ones left behind, for the many more they could not find
All the hearts that were enslaved, for all the souls we could not save
Remember them for so much more, not as slaves or victims of war
For going through hell each day, facing death in the most awful way
For the broken father and weeping mother
The lost sisters and stolen brothers
All the children that did not know, they would lose their right to grow
The ones that lived to share their nightmare
For the sleepless nights, they end up back there
There are all souls like you and me
May all the stolen be set free
Stolen from the world, a father pleads for his baby girl,
Whisked away in a flash, her beauty turned to ash
Lovers hands torn away, he reassures her it will be okay,
Him to the left her to the right
His heart sinks as she fades from sight
Captured souls and broken dreams
Handed to the vicious thieves
Satan’s arm marches by, disguised within the wicked lies,
Millions of lives tossed away
An old man begs for one for day, not for him but for his wife,
Who’s been beside him his whole life
Some pray at night for free will
Others slip away cold and still
Hungry and faith has faded, hearts and souls have been invaded
Lucifer’s men burst through the door, dragging the helpless to the floor
They march them through the valley of death
An innocent child takes her last breath
Like cattle through the night, how can this be right?
Praying for forgotten faith, two by two through the devil’s gate
The mother whose child was taken away, refuses to live another day
Her life was empty when she arrived, with no more tears in her eyes
With her son, she longs to be, in her head she counts to three,
She holds her breath in suspense and takes her last on the fence
The father who yearned for his only child could not go on without her smile
For his girl, he craved revenge, knowing his life would also end
He threw himself into the lion’s cage, the lions laughed and fired in rage
The lover who was torn from his wife, remembered her words and kept his life
She made him promise if she were to die that life goes on and there’s reasons why
For all the ones left behind, for the many more they could not find
All the hearts that were enslaved, for all the souls we could not save
Remember them for so much more, not as slaves or victims of war
For going through hell each day, facing death in the most awful way
For the broken father and weeping mother
The lost sisters and stolen brothers
All the children that did not know, they would lose their right to grow
The ones that lived to share their nightmare
For the sleepless nights, they end up back there
There are all souls like you and me
May all the stolen be set free
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