I remember their murder day
I remember them asking for mercy
While they felt their cold blood
And I haven't been albe to forget
They were persecuted, cornereds and murdered next they were quartered, became flesh covered by rats
They suffered in their flesh the unloading of horror, blood and reality
I am only memories of lived d**hs with a mind paralysed by the bloody sunrise
To remember my past is to weep tears of cadaverine;
I will never stop to listen to their last screams
Because I live into my memories and the silence because
I am another victim of this quarterer world
I see the bales, piercing their flesh, I am only memories
I am only an internal torture
Happiness doesn't exist to me just my desperated shouts exist, f**ing world, I can only remember d**h and horror