To the wall-- claims the soldier My last steps march to the death Last wills! hell! this is idiotism Fuck off to me, fuck off to all of you
To the death-- I raise my head My last moments--it's my existing countdown A cry for mercy trapped in my throat But even in hell there's a place for cowards
The burning sun over my head The troop is comin'- compassion I dismiss Sentence of death pounding on my back There's no hiding when you're thrown Against the wall
To paradise, the priest is saying . . . Blessing my death He's standing in front of me . . . His merciful sight sickens me He says that soon I'll have my judgement . . . I'll kneel down in front of the lord
And he asks me to regret my sins. . . But it's too late Growling words from the bible. . . Raising my agony oh god!. . . How I'd like to have my hands untied
The wall I'm facing now Seeing my life going through my eyes Feeling death behind my back An acrid taste of defeat tormenting my last years And when I feel my body being. . . Punched. . . smashed There's no pain . . . just silence My last breath echoing . . . spreading through the air My body in pieces. . . a stream of blood . . .
Bloody drops whipping the wall The silent wall that has understood my silence The silence that was a prisoner of my soul Is my soul that now is the ruler of the world
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