These chains are now my only friendsAnd solitude my joyI think I hear the distant laugh of the count SavoyTonight I’ll leave this cursed homeYet wake up still the prisonner of ChillonI’m punished for God’s Holy WordImprisonned for my standBut if I die a martyr’s deathStill I will not recantI’ll trust it till my strenght is goneThen leap into eternal dawnThus freeing me, the prisoner of ChillonFor I would gladly sacrifice my all to the SonAnd 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 companyA spider on my wallNo one else to comfort meOr hear my anguished callI made my bed upon these stonesAnd pass the hours all aloneFor I am still the prisoner of ChillonYes I am still the prisoner of ChillonYes I am still the prisoner of Chillon