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.