| Song | Nightfall Over Auschwitz |
| Artist | Warbreed |
| Album | History Undone |
| Auschwitz lies now still and silent | |
| The real Mordor under the moon | |
| Petrified eyes that stare in the darkness | |
| They stare at an empty room | |
| A hall of pain, of blame, insane | |
| Where blood was spilled and will be again | |
| The lair of the ravening Zyklon B | |
| The dragon that awakes from its sleep | |
| "Soon the HCN will enter their lungs and end their lives | |
| And with their blood we'll dye our banners" | |
| The legions wait for the crowning of a new age | |
| For that frantic voice that flames with anger | |
| One child stands in the middle of the appellplatz | |
| Crying over a lifeless form | |
| His mother simply could not bear the pressure | |
| So she violently threw herself | |
| Right against the electric fence | |
| That surrounds this whole damn place | |
| Strange how her old friends licked their lips | |
| At the smell of her own cooked flesh | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Horror - The face of terror | |
| Horror - There must be some kind of | |
| Error - Sadistic intentions | |
| Armageddon - The new order calls | |
| ...And you'd better heed the call | |
| Listen now, the hordes are marching | |
| Shame shows itself in the face of an inmate | |
| Who was forced to enter the lair | |
| The wyrm sleeps peacefully in the shadows | |
| So the Jew pokes about the remains | |
| Looks for golden teeth and shiny hair | |
| Their former owners gently donate | |
| His task means a passport for survival | |
| Though his faith is undermined by the stench | |
| "When nature calls, we heed her call | |
| Obliteration to the aberrations that debase our untainted blood" | |
| The legions are marching | |
| They are all praising and heiling by | |
| Not knowing that their new order | |
| Is in fact utter disorder | |
| [Repeat chorus] | |
| The Endlösung has arrived, | |
| So you'd better pack your things and run | |
| Undying nightfall has arrived | |
| Flee now, be gone, now | |
| Run! |
| Auschwitz lies now still and silent | |
| The real Mordor under the moon | |
| Petrified eyes that stare in the darkness | |
| They stare at an empty room | |
| A hall of pain, of blame, insane | |
| Where blood was spilled and will be again | |
| The lair of the ravening Zyklon B | |
| The dragon that awakes from its sleep | |
| " Soon the HCN will enter their lungs and end their lives | |
| And with their blood we' ll dye our banners" | |
| The legions wait for the crowning of a new age | |
| For that frantic voice that flames with anger | |
| One child stands in the middle of the appellplatz | |
| Crying over a lifeless form | |
| His mother simply could not bear the pressure | |
| So she violently threw herself | |
| Right against the electric fence | |
| That surrounds this whole damn place | |
| Strange how her old friends licked their lips | |
| At the smell of her own cooked flesh | |
| Chorus: | |
| Horror The face of terror | |
| Horror There must be some kind of | |
| Error Sadistic intentions | |
| Armageddon The new order calls | |
| ... And you' d better heed the call | |
| Listen now, the hordes are marching | |
| Shame shows itself in the face of an inmate | |
| Who was forced to enter the lair | |
| The wyrm sleeps peacefully in the shadows | |
| So the Jew pokes about the remains | |
| Looks for golden teeth and shiny hair | |
| Their former owners gently donate | |
| His task means a passport for survival | |
| Though his faith is undermined by the stench | |
| " When nature calls, we heed her call | |
| Obliteration to the aberrations that debase our untainted blood" | |
| The legions are marching | |
| They are all praising and heiling by | |
| Not knowing that their new order | |
| Is in fact utter disorder | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| The Endl sung has arrived, | |
| So you' d better pack your things and run | |
| Undying nightfall has arrived | |
| Flee now, be gone, now | |
| Run! |