The quotidian pain
I sense in the rain
Is beginning to dominate over me

Feel like a ewe in the kiln again
The face of God raging at me
Setting my spirit free

Spirit, don't flee!

Standing on some scree, on the doorstep to hell
Lying in a casket, falling to the center of earth
A picture in the fog is becoming clearer
A never-removed scar is being forged in my heart

Seeing her there with the moonlight on her hair
Walking timidly with all men around her
Makes me recall what happened afterwards
The rape! The cries! And her in shreds!

The guiltiness I feel for I should've been there
To save her from the anguish and the suffering
Is burning me inside, oh the sweltering!
Now I understand the true pain of hell!