Hey, don't leave me lost inside here!    Noone heard the screams behind the doors  of steel  Like a hermetic bolt - it seems.  They lay down the fate of the man who's  cought, inside the cold storaage  His writings give report of his strange  dying way    I've been screaming here for hours  Now my voice is weakening and down to  my bones I can feel the coldness creeping    How long can I last before my blood will  turn to ice and blast my veins    Running round, around and round along the  white tiled walls  Was just a senseless trying of winning time  and warmth  Exhaustion broke the will  Madness closed in  Laughter and cries melt into each other  Illusion telling lies  Impossible to feel the last impressions  He had    Crowing here into the corner  All my hope will disappear  There are voices although I'm alone here,  Alone here with my fear    My fingers, tiptoes everything, I can feel no more    Noooooo!!! Save me from the cold!!!    The gods of frost are sheltering my brain  Oh, someone help me please -   I'm going insane.  Save me from the cold!!!    The men who fouund him couldn't believe  their eyes  It waas so absurd that they had to look  twice.    What's your body - mind or soul?  Is there a difference? No not at all  The surface of this union is all we know  But it's much more down below.    How could he die, although there were  ---18 degrees?----