Refugees - Funker Vogt

I heard the high pitched keening

A sound of pain and fear

Someone unseen crying out

A mourning call of loss

I heard the cries past all hope

Which sound through the night

Screams beyond your belief

Chilled my blood to ice

Refrain:

Thirty years of fear and pain

Driven away from my own nation

Finally the odds have changed

Time has come for condemnation

Wait for me, I will return

So very soon you will burn

Now, where your end is near

How does it feel to live in fear?

I saw them badly injured

All laid out on stretchers

A lot of bloody bandages

Wrapped around their bodies

I saw the refugees

Without hope or without relief

They were chased and hunted

Looking lost and shell-shocked