Dead End Street

A dead end street like road to hell A burning bright flame, you can tell A deep pitfall with no way out It takes your soul without a doubt A sharp sickle of death awaits To put some dead souls in the crates Towards the way to endless pit Without a vent, even a bit The grim reaper waits with his scythe And in his eyes, there is a blithe For, there's one more soul, he will take Or his glory will be at stake And just before the barb-blocked end You can do nothing but to bend That miracle will pave the way For you to pass the tragic slay