Condemn

Not a soul shall be condemn to the darkness of this room;

That slashes your soul apart and tints your wings out of the blue.

This room full of secret shadows

That hunt your heart at night, that makes your body

Whisper and your feet tremble bad.

Not a soul shall be condemn to die alone in the dark.

To die without respect and a ray of light at dawn.

To die facing the moon in the coldness of the stars.

The stars that judge up high and pull the strings of life.

Not a soul shall be condemn to grief alone in this room;

This room full of past spirits and the solitude of winds.