Music : Marquardt / Wierczoreck / Knüppel
Text: Marquart
Iīm staring at a wall, which canīt be broken
Sweat and blood an dying flesh, under these chains
I canīt remember the reason why Iīm here
I canīt remember my own face at all
I came from far away, where are my friends now?
Smell the stench of their remains, pumped up with lead.
I canīt remember my mothersīvoice so I canīt fall asleep
I canīt remember my own voice at all
Iīm a prisoner of war, havenīt seen the sun for years
Never felt like this before much too proud for silent tears
What about my home, am I a forgotten man?
This is what I canīt deny, Iīm locked up in a cage of pain
Words of deliverance are words unspoken
My skin is hot, my throat is dry. When will it out?
I canīt remember...
Iīm a prisoner...
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