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 d**h
Weakness would not be reckoned with
For every soul that tried to escape
Ten more were k**ed 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 d**h and suffering
It would fill them up with hatred