Into a very different form of hell the Jews were sent
Being a world where values and morals were bent
The Nazis were bearers of the crooked cross
Christ's blood for them would be a waste, and lost
As the forms of the now dead victims bodies
Are crammed into ovens in great numbers to burn hotly
The sun is blocked from the ashes rising
What humans cannot see, is this isn't humanity dying
It is the altar of sacrifice to the Anti-Christ
Who then grows in power, but not righteousness
This is the first of the final days
The four horsemen will cross through the haze
Of strewn and falling Ash
The world survives but cannot last
