The Morgue - Entrails

Night in the cold

You were working at the morgue

Have no friends, was alone

There was nothing else to do

Flames from fire in a room

Questions in your head

What should I do now

Should I run or should I die

There was a room with a corpse of fire

Moaning souls flowing through the walls

Panic reactions grab your back

Heat from flames you begin to burn

You felt the skin fall off

Dark memories from the past

Memories that should end

If you would die

Scarred and burned

You found some water

After that night

The wound seems to heal

Two years later

You were walking in the morgue

The same scary noise

From flames in to the room with corpse