The sun climbs over the mountains
To burn my skin again,
To splash me by the fountain
Of the never ending pain.

The fire fills up my body,
It smothers every cell.
The fever dries my eyelids.
I'm going straight to hell.

My body is a curse now,
My corpse is my own cage.
My soul will never get out,
That's why I'm full of rage.

There is no true religion
To count all my sins.
I am your superstition,
Your eerie primal fear.

Your guardian angel is dying,
While I come up to you.
Don't tell me why you're crying,
We're in the cage for two.