The Wounded Man Songtext
von Ashed Winter

He seemed to be alone
The only survivor
Surrounded by ashes
It was a cold and dead winter

Lost as human kind but was he still human
He was standing there facing this absolute chaos

He tried to walk enduring the wind
Slapping around his injured face
Blood torn flesh and dust
Were appearing all over his face
Treading on the ground like if his
Body was a huge burden to carry

This walk seemed eternal for the wounded man
Walking toward what he thought was a shelter
He could barely say if it was real
Oh god he wished it was real


He fought to walk enduring the wind
Striking right in his desperate face
Blood torn flesh and dust
Were mixed all over his face
Stumbling on the ground cause his
Body was such a huge burden to carry

The shelter was becoming closer
While he felt his body was quitting
Falling down the nuclear ground
Was penetrating his rags
He looked up and stared at the shelter
It was nothing but an illusion

This slow end seemed eternal for the wounded man
He struggled to stay awake imploring that his vain
Hopes were real
Blood torn flesh and dust
Were covering
His motionless face
The Wounded man
Now belongs
To the sand