Speak

Speak

Speak, that your lips are free…

Speak; this tongue is still yours…

This rigid strong body still belongs to you…

Speak, because your life is still your own…

Look, how in the blacksmith’s atelier…

There are flames, and they fire up so high, and the steel burns red…

The locks open their mouths…

And every chain is drawn wide…

Speak, because even this little time is enough…

Before the body and tongue depart this life…

Speak, because truth lives on…

Speak, whatever you want to, speak…

Speak whatever must be said…

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