Arbeit Macht Frei Poem by LexicaL Field

Arbeit Macht Frei
We're coming alive
We're in the air.

There'll be one strong loser
At the hands of the leader
Go over there.

And where we're you
When sweeping through
We're the black squads of divine.

Einsatzgruppen
And looping around
And coming around everywhere.

What we have done
We have done
In the name of holy war.

Arbeit Macht Frei
When will we die
And say no more.

Burn to the ground
When we're found
We will not make any sound anymore.

What have we done
We have done
In the name of holy war.

Arbeit Macht Frei