Of Forsaken Poets

I did not choose to tread this path
A forced journey into an unknown future
As our doom eclipsed this clueless state
I had to leave my world behind

Their hate was so outright, it filled my heart with fright
I know only too well
The slaves of terror, murder, pain
Humanity lays dying once again

Their hate was so outright, it filled my heart with fright
I know only too well, I am an undead poet
Buried in no ground, know only too well

(spoken part in German language)

Now here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am, but cannot build my home
As no one reads my bitter words

I'm yearning for the day of my return
I know only too well, I am a ghost wandering this world
I'm like a ghost, I know only too well

Now here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am, but cannot build my home
I see distant flames this outland holds no hope
As no one reads my truly bitter words