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Slowly I walk into the camp
Praying my eyes deceive me
They deceive you not, my child
This camp is death
The soldiers are vicious,
Cruel, savage men
What you have seen is nothing
They will get worse
The hunger on the faces is gruesome
How many days since they ate? I wonder
Weeks passed since they ate last
They will not live much longer
I hear a screm, a plea, a dying wish
And pray that never again will I hear a sound like that
You will hear hundreds, day by day
These will be the last sounds ringing in your head
Days pass, and my health grows worse
I feel hungry and tired and weak
Things will grow worse
Life is drawing to a close
Weeks more have gone, still I feel weak
Forced work may be the end of me
You will not die of work, my child
But die of murder
No work, I've been told
A reprive, thank the Lord
Your death is here, my child
You shall die tomorrow
I follow the soldier as he walks
We reach a trench; I realize my fate
Death has arrived
No more pain or suffering
The soldier pulls out his gun, takes aim
Begins to shoot the prisoners, one by one
You shall not be much longer, my child
You fought a good fight, now it comes to a close
I say a last goodbye
Take in a last breath
A last glance at the earth
And the bullet pierces my head.