Instantly, lightning is shining
and I am wet,
I guess it is raining
I plant my hands into the dirt
an unspeakable tone starts to fly,
I guess I am wailing

there is no sun, the moon obscured
the clock has stroke, the darkness flows
I feel little knives landing on my face
the wind is howling,
I guess it's the rain

I have no prayer,
this night of terror
monsters seem silent, but they are raging
they can feel it too, it feels like ending

I do this alone,
no one is helping
I try my last, to open this house
this dirt feels heavy, my arms are breaking

to reach the inmate, of this wretched grave
I reached into the dark, no one called me brave
I broke my hand, finding my fallen, and,
good deeds never helped, nothing seemed grand