March them off in millions
whole families
from the darkness of my basement
they stumble through my dreams
Left without a name
Turned them into slaves
Turned them into numbers
Turned them into graves
into graves
into graves
Temporary haven
I'm glad there was one
You baked the bread all winter long
to take to feed the hungry ones
Left without a name
Turned them into slaves
Turned them into numbers
Turned them into graves
into graves
into graves
I know that it was kindness
that brought you here today
you knew the crime and what the punishment would be
your blood upon the snow
Left without a name
Turned them into slaves
Turned them into numbers
Turned them into graves
into graves
into graves
into graves
into graves

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