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 can't 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.
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