auschwitz...

The phantoms of Auschwitz
singing out their hearts,
On top of the world they stood,
their heads held high,
looked back to see life's traumatic blizzard
hitting them hard,
the avalanche of buried memories
filled the air,
they sang a song of death,
of hopes and dreams,
they saw the streams of bullets rising above
from the rifles of fate,
that never shook their courage,
still they kept singing
glories to the trinity,
to wash away their sins ...