Open your mind; see beyond your realmnInto the eyes where such horrors dwell.nSinging the hymns of this tragedynAre the voices of the suffering.nnThe end of our time drawing nearnAs displayed in the face of the tortured ones.nEntombed in their gravesnVoices still screaming for salvation.nThat will never comenAs thousands more die,nThe screams remainnFor the ears of the living.nReminding them all of their deathnHear their criesnHymns of tragedy.nnRising from within the flamesnAs the skin of the face slowly melts awaynThe flesh becomes ashnScreaming is ceased by the touch of deathnBut those who have seen.nScreams of the burning childnWithin their mind.nThe cries still ring,nSuffering, waiting for death.nHear their criesnHymns of tragedy.