Late one night they caught me, as my boat came into harbor I was put in prison to await the sentenced horror One chance of escaping, one chance out through doors to nothing Wounded, blinded, crawling, I hear deathly voices taunting Me Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak On my journey, wandering, I could never avoid blaming Ills of not belonging on the change I knew was coming But then what of them who never made it to diminish? Wounded, blinded, crawling, I hear deathly voices calling Me Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Out here in the desert of the dry and lonely winter I can find no comfort in my dogged explanations I'm confronted day by day, I can't escape their judgment Wounded, blinded, crawling, I hear deathly voices cursing Me Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak Voices of the dead speak (genocide, genocide) Voices of the dead speak (genocide, genocide) Voices of the dead speak (genocide, genocide) Voices of the dead speak (genocide, genocide) No, you are gone Voices of the dead speak No, you are gone Voices of the dead speak: genocide