The Sound of flint
Beguiles a flame
In this cold
And merciless place
A heavenly fire
Purest flame
Which burns pain
Heals all wounds
Slowly forgets
The feeling of pain
Upon the body
From the torture
Let her reach
Where everything
Has its end
And the beginning
Burnt flesh
Odiously spread
That essence
Brings euphoria
Awareness
Of the closeness
Of the first attempts
The road of pain
I'll suffer gladly
To die like my
Sweet offspring
Burnt yesterday
Nothing I have
Left to cherish
Bereft of joy
Poison chalice
No approval
Is needed
The tortured
World understands
In the eyes of
All the patients
I charred my soul
Legs, torso
Face and arms
For eternity
To be united
With my child
From ashes it came
To ashes it'll go
In order to repent
For all it's sin