I feel your suffering still like a sword in my side
I feel your every pain, drowning in the Red tide
I see them, they saw you, you're trying to hide

I can feel them raping you, my soul is splitting
I can sense how they hurt you, feel them hitting
I know the insult they're on your graves spitting

It drives me to tears, and to pain indescribable
I can feel everything they did so unspeakable
the world would forget, but I find it inforgetable

I see you forced marching in wind and the rain
I want out of my flesh, it's alight with your pain
my blood is like fire coursing through my veins

my blood feels curdled, and my eyes cannot see
my skin feels as if it's slowly creeping off of me
I choke, as if in my throat was salt from the sea

now they're ripping your arm from your shoulder
now the snow falling around you grows colder
as if to mourn and watch your grave smoulder

my heart clenches up as they rape you that way
gang bang you more then seventy times a day
I want to cry out but there's nothing I could say

I feel so ashamed that I have their blood in me
that my people took a part in such sad history
stolen graves are all that belongs to my country

to think that they served with combat distinction
by raping and slaughtering you into extinction

Koenigsberg, Breslau, Allenstein, and old Stettin,
Oppeln, Landsberg, Kustrin, Gleiwitz, and Pommern,
Memel, Brest, and Viipurii, and Elsasz-Loethringen
taken from one to another... when will people learn

and the inscription in Cyrillic over the Dom
an entire country was left without a home
 
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