Bake in the19th century in a plain far way Lies a tremendous labour camp All dangerous criminals Were banished to stay there It was a journey into death They had to work all day, didn`t get enough food Lost all their rights Every month the 10 most diligent prisoners Got the chance to reach freedom But no one knew that there`s no escape There was only one approach Of sand and rubble For miles and miles the fences loom up On both sides of the street The 10 selected ones Got a projection of 5 minutes Before their hunters started to rush Those who won`t be killed by bullet Died in the endless pain
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