Grief escapes, dissipates, within this blocks of well(?)
Beneath the frigid sky, beneath the silver veil
... and heist, we lie, singing in the sinister warehouse(?)
Each comes to ... ..., these souls, damned to this cell.
(3 times) To the shadow of hell.
Hordes of heads are stepping stoned, (on haunted flesh and bone)
Silhouettes ... comes killed, these souls pain sealed.
From comfort of the mother's womb, to solitery shelt***.
Their longs on death revealed, among(?) every heads(?) pain sealed.