The Seventh Cross

(álbum: The Split Program (Heaven Shall Burn / Caliban) - 2000)

Here we march through the snow, here we lie in the mud
The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic
My thoughts far away, unable to act, feel numb to the distress
I can't remember freedom, forgot all faces I loved
No cry for help through the wire, my existence a number on my skin
It will take all my power, my last will to live
I hear the sirens
Searching lights roam through the night, reports, bloodhounds and hunters – orders are clear, our tombs already dug
Our names on the crosses
I'm running, no looking back, no feelings at all, will I be free?
Will I be free at last?
Will I ever kiss your face again?
The sun will be mine again and I'll feel the rain, feelings return from my body
I can't believe that I'm still alive
Now I remember your face, your words, your smile