No. 8 Prinz Albrecht Strasse (SS Headquarters)
Berlin Torture Room (Little Grey Room)
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Dedicated To:
The Jewish Rabbis Jewish Leaders and the faithful
German Poland and Holland Residents and families of Berlin
Tortured then Executed by the Third Reich, SS 1933-1945
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The hooks of Berlin now hang empty and dry,
Under the dawn of a war wounded sky
But once when the dark escaped from the black
And sent bombs bursting bright light, in this unholy attack
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That twenty seven thousand left with Arian Spouse
Later to be chased like the cat and the mouse
Humane carnage boarded on platform 17
Fifty five thousand gone with families
The wind in Berlin still reeks from its sin
As it clings to the skin of the young and the old
But in young is a flower, who under sun should not cower
For out of their power is the resurrection of souls
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But… for the old ordained of pure pain
These cowards of showers who drank of red rain
Shall now and forever marry the blame
For that one well known, completely insane
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His erasing a race in a dying hot death
With flames chasing screams
Forsaking the dreams
Of those children who screamed
As it burned their last breath
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Yet hidden and guarded from the worldly view
Death and doom draped like an iron cross tomb
Came forth with such horror the ultimate in torture
In Berlin it was called “The little grey room”
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Few knew of the little grey room
Where such thirst from the hooks
While crucified quite queer
Drank blood from their back
Like vats of sweet beer
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Then shamed while they cried
From room center would rise
The vice of the testicle rack
The focal point of the final attack
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Then robbed from their graves
Their mortal remains
With souls full of grace
Were shipped eastern away
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The hooks of Berlin forced free spirits to soar
A payable price that’s always charged in a war
Credit the victims paid by families who mourn
Payment in full for the peace we adorn
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The survivors of the Berlin who knew
In the following days they are scorned
God save us all in a world without cause
In which Goering’s and Goebel’s are born
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Dirty days have now been plowed under
The blood in Berlin is warmer and younger
Its true young flowers surely do weep
For as long as old memories do keep
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Let us all pray one day that peace meets
Between the borders of love and past sins
In today’s beautiful sunlit streets of Berlin
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The guilty are now amongst the dead
Most in their time admitted to the red
Midnight hands have spoken and said
Reverence will guide new days ahead
