I teeter at the edge of an abyss, Like all others extremely deep and dark, And, in the fiery depths below I see, Proven; the ancient Devil’s Mark.
The stench of death escapes out of a vent Knocking me off my feet with gas and heat; I gag, cough and fight to draw some fresh air For this ominous feeling, I must defeat.
Staring into that blasted evil pit I see familiar hungry eyes below. This is a place I have been before, No longer, is this a place I care to go.
One of Hell’s outposts for the Devil, Places that trap the minds of souls. I was caught here once by my loneliness Barely found my way out of these Hell holes.
I will fight to avoid being caught here. I will fight to give my heart back to Love. But if you get caught there for a while You will understand… what I’m speaking of.