Elvenpath - Silesian Winter

My friend it's getting darker and late the hour is

Join me and sail an ocean of blood red memories

The sun is slowly dying and soon will fall the night

So listen to my words of times when god forgot his child

I only was a young boy and ne'er would be a man

When forces of the dark would claim my soul

They took my mother, father, left me in this hell

Until death finally of my hand took hold

The house that I was born in and where my cradle stood

Has fallen prey to a tyrant's hands that stole all that they could

The light of god it has become a golden eagle's eyes

Foretelling a prophecy of a storm that soon will rise

I now have found a new home, its walls are made of death

And pain is what we call our daily bread

Our hands are bleeding for their gods, for honour, race and land

While our human souls are left for dead

Amidst these moors of misery the days passed one by one

Our backs would break from drudgery beneath the burning sun

The old ones died, the young grew old, the reaper at our side

He marched along through killing fields but could not break our pride

And when the tyrant's day had come we saw our destiny

What had been our hell on earth no other man should see

All traces disappearing when the end of war was waged

And in our home of pain the storms of death forever raged

Our prayers we prayed, our songs we sang but there was no way out

The chamber's where we breathed our last

Forced in like animals, stripped of our human souls

First came the pain, then came the gas

Holocaust, millions dead, genocide, where is god

Eyes can't see, words can't say, armageddon, blackest day

The century has passed by and long gone are our days

The misery will never leave, the memory still stays

Our ashes scattered by the winds, our graves covered with dust

Yet in your history our souls will never rust

Our darkness shines within your souls, our light drowns out the night

The loudest silence deafens every ear

Until the spark of malice lives no more in each man's heart

The fires of remembrance will be here