To the wall-- claims the soldier
My last steps march to the death
Last wills! [bad word]  This is idiotism [bad word] off to me, [bad word] off to all of you

To the death-- I raise my head
My last moments--it's my existing
Countdown
cry for mercy trapped in my throat
But even in [bad word] there's a place for
Cowards

The burning sun over my head
The troop [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] of
The world

To the wall