Hideous crimes, atrocities
The slaughter of millions — beyond belief
Those were dark times, so different from now
The law of evil ruled our fatherland
I was but a pawn in their game
Why should I feel any guilt?
Still when I close, close my eyes
The words unfold, it all comes back
I can’t defy it, can’t deny it
I know it to be true
In my sleep — they come to haunt me
They know it to be true
Tears of the dead
We are all on the turning wheel of fate
A young man, standing proud in uniform
I never stopped to hesitate
Until it was far to late
My hands are soiled, covered in blood
Stains that never wash away
Their hollow eyes…
Confronting me — Judging me
Now an old man, at the end of my days
Contemplating — My life of sin
Living is never simple — the rosad is hard
I had no say — just a puppet in a sick play