By the Way of Grace - Blood

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