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.