The Resonance of Misery
Death's door digging and digging down to doom.
Hell’s hanging hound howling howling for souls.
Demons torturing, stabbing stabbing and stabbing again wounding nothing.
Fire spreads spreading to the slaughterlands where people die die die.
Wailing of the damned damned and the doomed doomed fill the air.
Vile vile men end up here, they are now silently smiling as they are gutted gutted gutted! YES!
Fresh blood drips from the walls and is lapped up up by the monster, he gobbles your gizzards!
Bones are crushed crushed crushed! The sound alone annoys Satan himself!
OH! The LAND of the wicked! The LAND of the Nasty! The LAND of the Diabolical!
YES, YES!
ENJOY LUCIFER’S PLAYGROUND! FOR YOU WILL PLAY….
FOREVER!
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