Prisoner of Chillon

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
And dream of freedom all night long
Yet wake up still the prisoner of Chillon

I'm punished for God's Holy Word
Imprisoned for my stand
But if I die a martyr's death
I will not recant
I'll trust it till my strength 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 prisoner of
The prisoner of, the prisoner of

A mouse to keep me company
A spider on my wall
And 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