The flesh when burned, smells sickly sweet
Some think that the fire comes from within
But the human body doesn't naturally burn
Walls are closing in, my world is receding
The flesh broken, screaming, hurt, bleeding
But if we ignore it and pray to escape, again
It will all come back, collapsing, dreaming
Oh, many memories of misery
Oh, this mass of the dark mysteries
And we have nothing but sleeping
I pray not to die, under torture while there
