Cold, alone it frightens me a trance within a state,
I can’t escape my shadowed cage I cannot change my fate,
The grab and torture me in mind inside my very soul,
My bodies weak my eyes are dull my hairs as dark as coal,

They found me and they won’t let go I try to hear the pain,
Of all the ones around me still but I don’t hear blood stain,
Silently but one by one they fall without a sound,
Some young some small some crying tears still falling all around,

They stare at us with golden eyes and sometimes crimson blood,
It pools around all of our feet every days a flood,
We think it’s what they drink and eat but thoughts are dead and cold,
It’s been like this always everyday since the day my soul was sold.