Escape.

Theres thunder in the mountains,
Theres Fire in the trees.
Theres smoke in the prison,
Take me outta here please.

Red embers on the walls,
Flames knocking on the doors,
The cells are red hot and clear.
The guards have fledaway,
No way for me this day,
Someone release me from my layer .

The Air is hot,
In the Devils pot,
Recount my life so clear.
The hope for life,
The spirit in me,
All seem to disappear.
My journey is over,
My accounts are clear.

This is the day,
On me were lay,
The devils cold hands of death.
The faith turned to fate,
for whose hands were met,
with the blood of hundred deaths.

Same place, same hell,
No one will get me over there.
From the boredom of heaven,
To the terrors of hell,
I know what I will prefer.

The wall falls down,
The roadoutta town,
Lies clearly in front of me.
I gather my strength,
For a new lease of life,
Which I know awaits me.
I run for my life,
My tryst with fate.
My rub with death,
Still haunts me.