Walking down the stairs
Going
Keep going as far as it gets
Not knowing
Not knowing where
Not knowing why
I must get down there
After I died

Warmer
It's getting warmer
And the smoke
Won't let me see
The source of the screams
I hear ahead

As I am getting closer
To the last step,
Which will be no longer,
I know for sure
The place down there;
For it has a name
After all
And its name is Hell

I take a stand at the edge
Of the threshold bright
My will o'er the crimson ledge,
My heart desires to abide,
As a leap of faith;
A leap of justice

*For all my bad deeds,
Today I pay the bill;
Eternally destined to redeem,
My soul starts to shrill.