Hum through deathly atmosphere
Hold your breath; show no fear
Air submit to cruel dreadwings
And tainted light 'gainst broken things.
Chests caved-in, they groan as one
They have no choice; 'thy will be done'.
You see their horrid scald-red skin
The tarnish of their fingers' sin?
Once more pure than hate they carry
Before their path you should not tarry
For It would tear your heart up too
And force your strings It's work to do.
Hear the cries as bones are bent
Feel no sorrow their torment
Evil now, their hearts are stone
Will never for their faults atone.
You cannot help, so do not try
You'll only make it worse to pry,
Just live your life and live it well
Lest your death result in hell.