I did not choose to tread this path
A forced journey into an unknown future
As our doom eclipsed this clueless state
I had to leave, I had to leave my world behindTheir hate was so outright
It filled my heart with fright
I know only too wellMy people chose to welcome tyranny
The slaves of terror, murder, pain
Humanity lays dying once againTheir hate was so outright
It filled my heart with fright
I know only too wellI am an undead poet, an undead poet
Buried in no ground
I know only too well
Die Heimat hat mir Treue nicht gehalten
Sie gab sich ganz den bösen Trieben hin
Doch hier wird niemand meine Verse lesenIst nichts, was meiner Seele Sprache spricht
Ein deutscher Dichter bin ich einst gewesen
Jetzt ist mein Leben ein Spuk wie mein GedichtNow here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am but cannot build my home
As no one reads my bitter words, goI'm yearning for the day of my return
Yet nothing's there to make my dreams come true
I know only too wellI am a ghost wandering this world
I'm like a ghost
I know only too well
Now here I am, disabled but alive
Where no one calls my name
Where nothing meets my soul
Now here I am but cannot build my homeI see the distant flames
This outland holds no hope
As no one reads my truly bitter words