These chains are now my only friends
And solitude my joy
I think I hear the distant laugh of the count Savoy
Tonight I'll leave this cursed home
Yet wake up still the prisonner of Chillon
I'm punished for God's Holy Word
Imprisonned for my stand
But if I die a martyr's death
Still I will not recant
I'll trust it till my strenght is gone
Then leap into eternal dawn
Thus freeing me, the prisoner of Chillon
For I would gladly sacrifice my all to the Son
And here I gladly serve Him as the prisonner of,
the prisonner of, (the prisonner of), the prisonner of, (the prisonner of)
A mouse to keep me company
A spider on my wall
No one else to comfort me
Or hear my anguished call
I made my bed upon these stones
And pass the hours all alone
For I am still the prisoner of Chillon
Yes I am still the prisoner of Chillon
Yes I am still the prisoner of Chillon
