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.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

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

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

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

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

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….

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

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…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

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

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

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…

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

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

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.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

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…

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

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

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025