As we all marched ahead
in the early hours it began
Letter in my pocket still unread
The fire lit, the sky went red
as we drew near the smell of death
Treading through the heavy silence left
I told myself I'd never lift a hand in hatred
I was wrong
Torn up, reborn the way they made me
It's not long now
I tried in vain to look away
from the tragic sight of what remained
Wiped off the atlas, our birth place
Those of us who still survived
took to the hills before they came
Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait
I told myself I'd never lift a hand in hatred
I was wrong
Torn up, reborn the way they made me
It's not long now
My love letter folded out
My last chance I did it now
I began to hear her read aloud
Don't you fill your heart with hate
no matter what this world will take
our love must not be disgraced
I told myself I'd never lift a hand in hatred
You were right
Torn up, reborn the way they made me
It's not long now, it's not long now