Morning has come, a ray of light

Is coming through the white curtain

His naked body's lying on the tiles 


Open eyes, dry blood and tears

Across the deep lines on his face

But no matter, at least death has come 


He was the victim of your vice

Madness, cowardice 


The devil took his soul and let his body crawl

Across the infinite sands of madness 


Let me tell you the story of that man

Let me tell you his life of pain