Trapped under the broken
hall of shame
at the island of the extent
sea, of blood and tears

call for your lord
he might have gone to sleep
on his big pillow
of the dark eagles feathers

Don't stay at your bay
keep pray till the lord
of evil will let you
get away

Keep pray folk
It's not a sadisic joke
or a frightening dream
you were caught by the long fingers
of the sh'ol king

Don't stay at your bay
keep pray till the lord
of evil will let you
get away