| So many tears have been flowering in my grave | |
| So many flowers have been withering on it | |
| Alone in this jail, | |
| I hear the wind caressing my gravestone | |
| Loneliness is timeless and my sufferings endless | |
| Silence. I can't stand it. | |
| I hate It. | |
| I feel the vermin swarming through my body | |
| My limbs are decaying like old fruits. | |
| I'm doomed to stay here, my soul is trapped | |
| Who condamns me? | |
| Why? What have | |
| I done? Where is my god? | |
| Anyone is perfect, we all are sinners | |
| Humanity is what it is | |
| Temptation is human lust too | |
| Who has the right to judge us? | |
| Neither a god, nor the humans. |