Condemned Dilemma

"Thank God, You're still alive." For the first time, Why should I bless His name, What had I to thank Him for? We continued our march, Closer to the ditch, From which an infernal heat was rising. Still twenty steps to go. We marched slowly on. Ten steps... Eight, seven... Three.... Right in front of us, The pit and it's flames. I could break from the ranks, Throw myself upon the barbed wire. The moment had come, I was face to face with the angel of death. Never shall I forget, The first night... That smoke... The little faces of children. Those flames which consumed my faith, Forever... That nocturnal silence. The desire to live. Never shall I forget those things... Thoses moments which murdered my God, My God, Turned my dreams to dust. Shall I forget...? Even if I'm condemned to live as long as God Himself, Never shall I forget. So much bestial Brutalit... Without Reason. The antechamber of Hell must have looked like this. Shivering with the cold, The SS officers moved about, Looking for strong men. Our Fate would be then into the crematory oven. We're on the treshold of death. Soon we shall have crossed over.... And I, had ceased to feel fear. I was overcome by an inhuman weariness... For their fate... Incapable of thinking anything at all. (English....)