Post by lanaia74 on Jul 14, 2007 8:04:17 GMT -5
It was not my intent to be caught as a prisoner of war
Now here I sit in this dank dungeon, as I await to learn my fate
Sitting here, no way out, waiting behind the great big door
Most everyone captured, well most of them end up with death as a date.
Sitting here, I notice all the moisture on the awful dungeon walls
In the corner, I watch a mouse as it plays
On the horrid dirt floor, in this deathly place, I wait on death to make a call
The mouse, I wish I could go with him as he runs away.
But, I'm am almost sure, of what these barbarians, are going to hand me as a fate
These so called men of God, from what I have seen, well that is just absurd
These men, that have pillaged and burned, people being impaled, on a wooden steak
Their taste for blood, their bloodlust, atrocities of which I have never heard.
Here in this place of dankness, darkness, and death
I wait for the outcome of my life and fate
But I know in the end, I will take my last breath
I hope my death is quick, this is my release, to a better place, I hope heaven's gate.
I have tried to live a good life, one in which I would be proud and hold my head high
A life being good to others, lending my help, when I could
A good life, a life no one could question why
Praying to the Almighty, I have done everything as I should.
See, my jailer, uses death to make himself known here in Wallachia
A tool to instill fear in all, to control a person, being, judge, jury, and jailer
A man, that has taken, blood and death as his bride
The man that would become know as Vlad the Impaler.
Now here I sit in this dank dungeon, as I await to learn my fate
Sitting here, no way out, waiting behind the great big door
Most everyone captured, well most of them end up with death as a date.
Sitting here, I notice all the moisture on the awful dungeon walls
In the corner, I watch a mouse as it plays
On the horrid dirt floor, in this deathly place, I wait on death to make a call
The mouse, I wish I could go with him as he runs away.
But, I'm am almost sure, of what these barbarians, are going to hand me as a fate
These so called men of God, from what I have seen, well that is just absurd
These men, that have pillaged and burned, people being impaled, on a wooden steak
Their taste for blood, their bloodlust, atrocities of which I have never heard.
Here in this place of dankness, darkness, and death
I wait for the outcome of my life and fate
But I know in the end, I will take my last breath
I hope my death is quick, this is my release, to a better place, I hope heaven's gate.
I have tried to live a good life, one in which I would be proud and hold my head high
A life being good to others, lending my help, when I could
A good life, a life no one could question why
Praying to the Almighty, I have done everything as I should.
See, my jailer, uses death to make himself known here in Wallachia
A tool to instill fear in all, to control a person, being, judge, jury, and jailer
A man, that has taken, blood and death as his bride
The man that would become know as Vlad the Impaler.
