They call me the Angel of the Pit,
Abbadon, the Bringer of the Dark.
About myself are few stories writ,
My true form no mortal can hark.

In this black abyss of pain I lie,
Torturing sinners left and right.
This hell is eternal, these sinners
Shall't die, here in this absence of light.

My domain, this pit, has no end,
Yet it is full of sinners whose flesh I
Must rend. Mankind's doom echoes off
The walls, and yet to this hell more and
More crawl.

With this abundance of souls I can't
Complain; It keeps a Demon busy!
But the sheer evil of man, well, it
Sometimes makes me dizzy!

Hell Hounds teeth gnash their flesh,
I erase their recollections' to keep the
Pain fresh. For their Crimes they must
Atone, it'd be a shame for me to be all
Alone.

And I'll wait for Your soul here, in my
Pit that has no bottom, for the evil of
Your society damns you, pity that you
dwell in a modern *****.