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.
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