The Call of Hell

You will shiver in the night Your soul is torn and without light. We have no shape; We have no form. We take away all that once was warm Until there is only cold and death. No single soul dares draw breath. Fear and pain awaits you all, For into Hell you begin to fall Beyond all hope, beyond despair We claw and bite and pull your hair. Alas, you shall have no end To the time that you will spend Being tortured by the The Cruel One himself, Where you are chained upon the shelf Of Satan's tools, cruel and dark, Where is placed his final mark. Lucifer is patient, but Hell is waiting. Forever hungry; Forever hating. Now the demons approach your soul. The gates of Hell are black as coal. But nothing gives you more a fright Than those shivers in the dead of night.