Blood - By The Way Of Grace lyrics

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 d**h 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 k**ed by bullet Died in the endless pain