Piling the bodies
  Burn them in the night
  Skin grows black and withered
  Decayed smell will rise
  
  Existence fading
  Into ashes
  Burn those bodies
  To Infernal death
  
  Human coals are burning
  Repulsive yet so true
  Open graves are scattered
  When the work is through
  
  Existence fading
  Into ashes
  Burn those bodies
  To Infernal death