Rail of Death

Thinning the troops
Starvation and disease
Slavery, dysentery
Daily scene

For every sleep
One would meet their end
They tried to crush him
In his mind, he survived

Speed up the work or succumb to death
Weakness would not be reckoned with

For every soul that tried to escape
Ten more were killed without remorse

For many year
He should have died
They tried to crush him
In his mind, he survived

Tied to a pole
Forced to stare
Melting skin
Damaged eyes

Driven into slow death and suffering
It would fill them up with hatre