The gavel sounds and my future is clear
                Chances for my freedom are no longer near
           I hold no hatred for those who sent me to this place
            What I did was wrong and I looked them in the face
                                Truth.

              No one to send me off on my longest journey
                 There is no family, there is only me.
            Can I make it through the place they call hell?
               Questioning myself, time will only tell.
                                Sorrow.

             The wagon finally stops and I look to the sky
               The men with guns, looking for me to die.
             They stand in the towers and watch every move
           In this place, you'd better have nothing to prove.
                              Realization.

              Taking the walk to a place I'll call home
           I'm new meat for the hunt, with nowhere to roam
            Trying to keep to myself, avoiding the mass
               This is no game, I know I won't last.
                                 Fear.

        I'm a loner in a pack of wolves, they wait for the kill
         I could wait it out but they'll never have their fill
           Looking to my hands I study the gleaming knife
            And decide I won't let them take my life.
                                Death.

Dreadnought [CHAOS] '93