Bake in the19th century in a plain far way   Lies a tremendous labour camp   All dangerous criminals   Were banished to stay there   It was a journey into death   They had to work all day, didn't get enough food   Lost all their rights   Every month the 10 most diligent prisoners   Got the chance to reach freedom   But no one knew that there's no escape   There was only one approach   Of sand and rubble   For miles and miles the fences loom up   On both sides of the street   The 10 selected ones   Got a projection of 5 minutes   Before their hunters started to rush   Those who won't be killed by bullet   Died in the endless pain