Chained in the frozen dungeon wall.
As a judge of hell, sentence death to all.

Absence of light sheds fear in your children.
In the dark of night horrors unspoken die in the cold.
They will slice out our eyes, beat our heads in the wall.

A torturous pain
is the judges call.

When will the night be over ?
Will i still be dead ?
Will i still have my brains shot out of my head ?

Thousands blindly march to their end.
before the darkness they will bend.

Not a single breath.
Silence beholds.
No sign of life .
Killed by the cold.