• I know not, where the smell of sulfur comes from,
    but I know it is.

    I know not, how the fire found it's way here,
    but I know it is here.

    I know not, how to get out,
    but one thing I know is, I have to get out.

    As darkness sneaks into my eyes, I see not.
    The road that leads away, it is final.

    Here I feel nothing, here I see nothing,
    Here, in the land of the dead, where ancestors lie.