The knife cuts the warm flesh. A cry, bloody cry. An already long time routine. Machines bring the daily noise. A sound of thousand victims. A sound of death. There's no one in the dark. There's no one in the dark. Thousand litres of blood. Running every day. Thousand souls. Sent away... I WON'T CLOSE, CLOSE MY EYES. I CAN SEE, I CAN SEE.