Burning of the souls
Frozen stiff with cold
Sounding of the clocks
How the souls are locked
Under lock and key
They're unable to see
Till the hour they'll be summoned
for their evil and demons

What for can't they
Be treated like all the others
What for aren't they
Just like all the others

Nerveless people
Nerveless cry
What does it mean
When they all have to die
Disposable heroes
Serving for one night
Later on thrown away
No chance for them to hide