Skin lamps are, Burning Bones are thinnin' Devil's on the loose Fresh flay for the taking The Grotesque walk like arachnid-dead En route to incineration Time drags its heel here Digging shallow graves In timeless petrifaction Devil's foulest mistress Morbid love of death Only mean bones in this body Unbridled sadistic bitch She-Wolf - Oppressor The pleasures of her flesh She carries her madness to the bone Serrated bride of death "Oh you fucking Devils-whore She loved it to death" You will know no rest No, there ain't no warm bodies here This cruelty's coming from Hells heart A soul-less dead mind cold as steel Under callous beatings Into degraded wretched wrecks Violated, flayed and rotting Under the Iron-hex The Bitch of Buchenwald The Bitch of Buchenwald Dead-skin lust burning through her brain Ravenous bitch howling insane The Bitch of Buchenwald The Bitch of Buchenwald The Bitch of Buchenwald In untamed callous wickedness Malicious life-control "Can you see the skin lamps burning in the night Beneath the search-light towers..." Hyena-excruciator hemming you inn By the light of a thousand cleavers Falling asleep for this very last time To the sound of the funeral-furnace screaming Rattling bony fingers Rattling chains to hold your soul This appetite for death is unrelenting Skin harvest lunacy Iron-clad in certainty Death is release - No hope or illusion Immolation delirium So insipid and impure Draped in scraps of human flesh This bitch will flay you raw Unquenchable blood-thirst boiling In boundless tribulation Pure undiluted madness In prolonged putrefaction