From the T‐4… Songtext
von Woodwork

May this cold wind never blow again
The past is shining through generations

She escaped, he did not
Another so-called "unworthy of life"
Survivor of the Final Solution
Looking at the victims′ shadows engraved in stone
A never-ending last cry for the gone


Itinerary in the darkness
Crushed, packed and terrified
Thuds and cold. Bleeding hands. Obscure feeling of death
The opening of train doors and shattered hopes
The human tragedy at its worst

Holocaust denial, blinded by ashes falling
Nostalgic of the T-4. Murderers of the truth
Waiting for another chance. Hate-mongers, let them burn
"Chosen people" watch your back
From the darkness of the past

Persecution from first to last
It takes generations to heal
But how can your bruises legitimate your beatings?