A little grils crying Trying to break free Throat off, dead, nothing else I tried to stop it Yet he was untouchable Boned off, blood, under yell Then everything was clear, I knew I barely believe my own eyes Inside the walls they were living under the ruins of The House of Bones Over the ruins I saw the rebirth House of Bones, I know well They cried for their sons Painted on the walls Rotten, dead, locked in hell