The Seventh Cross

Heaven Shall Burn - The Seventh Cross

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 cant 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.