Let It Burn کے بول

I wake up in a desolate place Where evil has left its traces Brings me the smell of something I buried deep inside A dry land with twisted trees Reflexes forgotten things of a once twisted mind No, let it burn! Maybe the ashes won't torment me Tombs are filled of dead and dying ones There are familiar faces The smell of all that is rotten, acrid scent of guilt Bury all this shame! All inside my head. All I want to forget This reality made of dreams, created to remind me No, let it burn! Maybe the ashes won't torment me No, let it burn! Maybe the ashes won't torment me