Blood is what she is being fed;
Decorated with needles is her bed,
As her sins clean by the fire burning red.

Her body lies in the heart of hell,
Where nothing is destined to go well.
Don't ask her anything, she won't tell.

She has forgotton how the stars look like;
She no more remembers what is light;
All she sees is the fire burning bright.

Pain occupies her body's every part.
Everyday she is reborn, then torn apart,
And all she can do is scream out her heart.

But nothing can now be fine.
She won't ever again see the stars shine,
Because she can't bring back the passed time.