Imprisoned

Oh, cruel destiny, is this what you had in mind, is this where my trail ends.

I think back on what went wrong, have

I not done noble deeds and been an honourable man.

Behind these prisonbars

I hear the distant cries of a falcon riding the eternal winds.

I long so to just breath fresh air and to take a walk in the wild.

Will I ever look upon the sun again.

Chained to hunger and loneliness inside this filthy dungeons.

I will see my son nomore,

I wish not to be looked upon since

I am not the man

I was before.

God of wisdom.

God of knowledge.

I now pray to you;

Save my soul.