Into the Darkness of Hell

Into The Darkness of Hell In the darkness of the underworld, Where screams and cries are oft unfurled, The flames of hell lick at your feet, As you traverse the fiery street. The air is thick with acrid smoke, And through the flames, the demons poke, With their pitchforks, they prod and pry, As you writhe and scream and cry. The stench of death pervades the air, And all around, you hear despair, The wails of lost souls fill your ears, As they're tormented through the years. The ground is hot, the sky is red, And through the flames, you see the dead, Their eyes aglow with endless pain, As they suffer through their endless reign. The devil lurks in every shadow, And in his grasp, you'll surely follow, His laughter echoes through the air, As he delights in your despair. In hell, there is no hope or light, Just endless pain and endless fright, A place where souls are doomed to dwell, Forever trapped within its hell. So beware, oh mortal soul, For if you stray from the righteous goal, You'll find yourself in hell's abyss, A fate much worse than death's mere kiss.