Testo Burned To Death

Alone in her room she is hiding from the pain
Overcome with grief and peril
A cold wind blows through the gaps in the floor
But her icy hands feel nothing
Crying in the corner and screaming
For escape but no one comes near
Now she receives a life of poverty an outcast she's become
And so on the day when the Devil danced on her grave
She now wished that instead they had just taken her head

Her lips dry and cracked there is no
Looking back to see her family rotting
House burning down with panic all around
It's time to feel the hatred
Distant cries from burning goodbyes shout ‘No! No! No!'
The smell in the air breathes nothing
Bbut despair how can life continue now?

And now to see all that spells the word agony
Must be hell or a dream to bring this much misery

Daylight strikes will dominate until her last breath's echo The night will come,
Shadows will run until first light tomorrow
And some will help but some will watch
Then turn away in terror
Ready or not the pain will come and turn the skies to sorrow

We fear, we fear
You hear us?
Hear us calling?
Why not?
Why aren't you coming?

Fear us? Fear our calling?
Reach out! To help our suffering
Last chance to save us!
See us fall don't help our calling

Burned to death
You couldn't wait to see it
Slaughter instead
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