I tower my Inferno to the skies,
It`s built of stone and crumbling ice,
It`s built of lava, glowing fires,
It`s made of veins nad burning wires.
I can`t widen my prison, but I can rise it higher,
I can`t brak my chains, but I still desire,
I can`t cut my veins, cus my hands are tied...
So I`ve built my hell to the skies,
Monument to pain in your eyes,
And I`ll build it further till I die,
Yet there is no reason,
No answer to the question "why".