I hear the sound, it is so loud,
my way back home will be never found.
my wound is deep, scar in memory to keep,
at this endless night I'll fall asleep.

world is round, but ending with the bound,
Between two Gods your soul is living in the pound.
your prison's old and it's so cold,
Jailers are dieing and will be buryed at the wold.

Time is slow in the cell, when you are waiting for the morning bell,
you've got your ages to write the story and to tell,
How does the mope can find the only hope,
to live for ages and all the pain to cope.