As I sit alone.
In this chair of hell.
I hear the devil.
As he dwells.

Ten-thousand degrees.
There is no breeze.
Spare my life.
Please, please, please.

His horns like a knife.
He feeds on your life.
He chops you to pieces
with his sithe.

You wish this feeling
you’ve never felt
would go away
before you melt.

The gate-keeper stands
on high alert.
If you try to escape,
you’ll be more than hurt.

The evil here
cannot be compared.
When in hell.
You will always be scared.

The demons fly
over your head.
The look on their faces
say you are dead.

There is no escape
from this fiery prison.
If no one can hear,
no one can listen.

Your screams ring out
across the lands.
Your quietness
is what the devil demands.

He appears from the dark
and rips out your heart.
Both your blood and your time
both run out.

Before you pass
he laughs maniacally
and you think
how did this happen to me.

He takes a bite
of your bloody heart.
But for him
this is just the start.

He devours your body
inch by inch.
He makes it so that
you can still feel the pinch.

His teeth are like razors
tearing into your skin.
Your body is gone
but its not the end.

Your soul still lives
eternally damned.
Your mind and emotions
are eternally jammed.

You float around
so cluelessly.
You are surprised
at what you see.

Rivers of lava.
Streams of fire.
Then the devil’s pit
where he retires.

You try to run
but you hit the ground.
Then you hear
the last sound.

It is his laugh.
So evil and twisted.
Now your death
has been listed.