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 comer 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 its time to feel the hatred

Distant cries from burning goodbyes shout "No! No! No!"

The smell in the air breathes nothing but 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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