The spandau enigma

[Prisoner No. 7]
I died yesterday, strangled by two men,
They said I took my life, but they'd taken mine twice.

They say they know me well, but I know I'm innocent,
My name is Alfred Horn, dead since May, 1941.

Then at last I closed my eyes. Forgotten? Forgiven?

Before my light goes off, I want you all to know,
Before my soul ascends, I wish to be absolved.

I was a simple man, a scapegoat for the great plan,
The big owl’s left its cage and flew into oblivion…

[The Scholar]
Who died there… in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?

[Prisoner No. 7]
So many years have passed since that dreadful night,
When I landed on the Glens and kissed my freedom goodbye. A thousand miles away, four walls to drive me insane,
The flames of desperation burnt my hopes right to the ground.

Not alone, no, no, not alone. No, never, never alone,
Never, ever, utterly alone; voices in my head!
My madness dies with me.

Then at last I've found my rest. Forsaken? Forgiven?

So this is how it ends? I take the blame to the grave,
The men in black are here, my fate`s becoming clear.

The enigma lies unsolved, six feet underground,
But I have told my tale and crave for absolution…

[The Scholar]
Who died there… in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?

We may never ever know,
The Spandau Enigma, one and all,
The mystery lingers on,
The Spandau Enigma lies unsolved!