Tears Of The Dead

(الألبوم: Stigmata - 1998)

Hideous crimes, atrocities
The slaughter of millions beyond belief
Those were dark times, so different from now
The law of evil ruled our fatherland

I was but a pawn in their game
Why should I feel any guilt?
Still when I close, close my eyes
The words unfold, it all comes back

I can't defy it, can't deny it
I know it or be true
In my sleep they come to haunt me
They know it to be true
Tears of the dead

We are all on the turning wheel of fate
A young man, standing proud in uniform
I never stopped to hesitate
Until it was far to late

My hands are soiled, covered in blood
Stains that never wash away
Their hollow eyes...
Confronting me Judging me

Now an old man, at the end of my days
Contemplating My life of sin
Living is never simple the rosad is hard
I had no say just a puppet in a sick play