Song of Fire and Brimstone

The pit grows dark and the heat increases,
A Devil to tear the world to pieces!

The lakes of great Hades,
Set ablaze by your chill.
Throngs of men and questionable ladies,
Adorn these shores that kill!
These poor lost souls, to seek the dawn,
Forever lost on the shores of Acheron.

The pit grows dark and the heat increases,
A Devil to tear the world to pieces!

Upon the ferry sinners cross to their death.
The great Charon eternally at the helm,
To him you must pay some small debt.
The smell of rotting flesh and brimstone to overwhelm.
Hell awaits all those who fear...
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!"

The pit grows dark and the heat increases,
A Devil to tear the world to pieces!