Again I'm feeling that cold in my cage
Maybe this time they're coming to get me
Rats, rotten meat and that musty smell
Am I still imprisoned or is it hell?

With bloody hands I paint the wall
No one but me can read these ugly
draws
For 35 years my neck is tied
All my vile crimes god justified

All I saw in this world
I think it's gone with the sins I committed(Purgatory is my home)
The food got no taste
Like all the girls that I raped
My tears say I'm no guilty(but Purgatory is my home)

Envy, greed, anger and other four sins
My heart is nothing but a box of tin
My dear mother won't forgive my faults
I buried her and one can hear the shouts

The shadows are moving and demons
claim my life
For years I waited for guards coming by the door
But I never expected Satan has me sighted
I was already dead and that is my body on the floor