Bribed By Hell

I click the dark gates again, As if the dark winds have spun black threads around their fingers, Their magic drives me towards the emptiness, I know my soul inside craves for light, My lips have been closed with locks of horror, The keys have been thrown deep inside my throat, Neither can I cry for help, neither can I swallow the keys, What misery will befall on such a desolate man. When hell bribed him, For the place in heaven.