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Soft voices echoed upon the midnight wind
Chilled by the breath of demon kind
Stars shimmered darkly in the blackened skies
Hope in the world suddenly dies

On this night I saw a light
A small golden lamp shinging so bright
I released the genie into the night above
And fell deep in an unending love

You captivate me with your magical spell
Your touch soft, your voice like a bell
But secretly you were building your camp
To lock me away, like a genie in a lamp

I'm so in love with you, I can never be free
But I am terribly blind, I just cannot see
I'm cuaght in your magic, only hearing what you say
Meanwhile, in your concentration camp I am being locked away

I'm wasting away, I'm burning inside
And you've begun my soul's genocide
I'm hanging onto your every breath
But it's a gas chamber to give me death

Secrets and lies your spells can't conceal
And slowly your death raid becomes much more real
Your magic tries to convince me you're not really gone
But my mangled body now lies on the lawn

I can't break this spell, though every word hit
Like a bullet before the executioner's pit
I only tried to free you from your lamp
But you locked me away in a Nazi death camp

You take me to the ovens where I'm doomed to burn
I'm still believing in your magic, praying my luck will turn
Now I'm before your death squad out in the wood
I'm still trying to hope your magic is good

I'm dying inside, I've lost my mind
There is no life, no hope to find
I'm beaten and bruised, black and blue
I'm burning to ash right before you

You're a wonderful genie to my heart
Your beautiful magic like a glorious art
But you're also a Nazi to my soul
Emptying my life until I can't be full