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I died yesterday |
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Strangled by two men |
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They said I took my life |
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But they'd taken mine twice |
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They say they know me well |
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But I know I am innocent |
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My name is Alfred Horn |
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Dead since May, 1941 |
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Then at last I closed my eyes |
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Forgotten? Forgiven? |
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Before my light goes off |
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I want you all to know |
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Before my soul ascends |
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I wish to be absolved |
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I was a simple man |
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A scapegoat for the great plan |
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The big owl's left its cage |
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And flew into oblivion... |
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[Chorus:] |
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[The Scholar] |
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Who died there... in that cold cell? |
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Quid est Veritas? - His diary read. |
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Truth or tale? |
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[Prisoner No. 7] |
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So many years have passed |
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Since that dreadful night |
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When I landed on the glens |
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And kissed my freedom goodbye |
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A thousand miles away |
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Four walls to drive me insane |
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The flames of desperation |
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Burnt my hopes right to the ground |
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Not alone |
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No, no, not alone |
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No, never, never alone |
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Never, ever, utterly alone |
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Voices in my head! |
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My madness dies with me |
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Then at last I've found my rest |
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Forsaken? Forgiven? |
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So this is how it ends, |
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I take the blame to the grave |
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The men in black are here |
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My fate's becoming clear |
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The enigma lies unsolved |
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Six feet underground |
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But I have told my tale |
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And crave for absolution... |
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[Repeat chorus]. |
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We may never ever know, |
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The Spandau Enigma, one and all, |
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The mystery lingers on, |
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The Spandau Enigma lies unsolved! |
