Hells kingdom, fire and non ending death,
Torture whispered with every breath.
The devil rips,. The devil tears,
Our souls our flesh without a care.
If lost on earth, and found in hell,
Satan cries and chains betel.
The pain is long, the blood will spill,
The end it comes, to souls until,
The very second, last of day,
When Satan and his demons play.
Your gift to sleep, 36 in seconds long.
Then the day repeats, death its song.
The fires dance through every void.
There’s no escape from the devil, coy.
His surest strength will not there cease,
No eternal soul to find some peace.
Some they die with fire,
Others only ripped,
Of their very insides, undressing blood and guts for Satan, him to sip.
He’ll dance till dawn, until you die,
Then wake you with his tear he cries.
His sorrow feels like forgotten sin.
But this is where the devil wins.
Your life on earth, the only one,
Proves your worth to the angelic son.
He only takes the evil few, of torture will and true virtue.
Let them learn immortal death, unless In Heaven,
Is his very breath, and the chains he wears,
As Hells disguise, will slowly bleed out of both your eyes.
And shadows won’t betray your stead.
But rather skin cut from your very head.
And every bone in temples torn.
Will only harden Satan’s horns.
His gift to all who fall to him.
Never sees a moral thing.
Misery, blood and flesh but burnt,
Broken bones, and immortal hurt.
He’ll take away all your hope,
As your eternal soul will never cope.
Its gone with him, it has no peace.
Your suffrage always, In Hell he reaps.