The pit of dispair's calling
it's voice the icy breeze
it's choking hold is hidden
within the limbs of ancient trees
it needs not eyes to see man
nor ears to hear our screams
as it's the stuff of nightmares
that invades our sweetest dreams
the fires of Hell are waiting
the spit is fresh and new
and the demons carved a name on it
Does that name belong to you
the darkness now is looming
the night has run and hid
pull up your sheets and shiver
like you did once as a kid
the end is no more rumour
and man caused it with his hands
by alienating others
and fighting foreign lands
so lock your doors and windows
and by all means say a prayer
but the pit of despair's calling
and will soon be calling there