The death corpse composed behind
In the dust of their self
To terminate another life
A further obligation to makeWounds of memory for ever to stay
The hall of souls are the hall of painReward through a successful life
Punish through a painful life
A waiting soul for each new lifeThe deliverance to penetrate into nirvana
How much life need for all to know
Or is to be a punishment about our mistakes
To life with itTo understand what is itIs the source the life
Is the source the deathThe hall of torment
To know more but they feasting
Is the waiting room for soulsTorment, unknown, pain for fear
Torture, yearning, waiting for deliveranceThe question of existents
Reality or dreamI can see your pain in my dreams
I can smell your screams in my dreams
I feel your fear, your fear for my dreams