Noone heard the screams behind the doors of steel Like a hermetic bolt - it seems. They lay down the fate of the man who's cought, inside the cold storaage His writings give report of his strange dying way
I've been screaming here for hours Now my voice is weakening and down to my bones I can feel the coldness creeping
How long can I last before my blood will turn to ice and blast my veins
Running round, around and round along the white tiled walls Was just a senseless trying of winning time and warmth Exhaustion broke the will Madness closed in Laughter and cries melt into each other Illusion telling lies Impossible to feel the last impressions He had
Crowing here into the corner All my hope will disappear There are voices although I'm alone here, Alone here with my fear
My fingers, tiptoes everything, I can feel no more
Noooooo!!! Save me from the cold!!!
The gods of frost are sheltering my brain Oh, someone help me please - I'm going insane. Save me from the cold!!!
The men who fouund him couldn't believe their eyes It waas so absurd that they had to look twice.
What's your body - mind or soul? Is there a difference? No not at all The surface of this union is all we know But it's much more down below.
How could he die, although there were ---18 degrees?----