So forth is what demons bare;

It dwells in obscure flames
That burn within their hate.
Scribbled hastily was a scenario
Of many peoples fate.

It calls upon a vague black night,
A sky of many lights:
Release all souls, frail fantasies,
For assisting such a sight.

Bring so forth what demons bare,
At fault for scarring dreams.
Stripping off all reason
Off a worlds empty screams.

What a solemn note it was!
The echo of those guns
It cut through air towards my corpse
Executing other ones.

The scent of cadavers burning,
You saw them piled up near.
Pairs of eyes stared blankly
Formerly filled with fear.

Cries were heard around you,
Some of pain, other of grief.
As a demon took pleasure in,
Stealing virtue; like a thief.

A massacre, it was;
Crimson blood spilled across
Children hit, lives were spared
During the 1940 Holocaust.