25 September 2012
The screams of sinners High and shrill
Their souls darkened Dance on the walls
Their hands reach out Hoping to escape their hell
But shackled at the ankles They cannot escape
The devil keeps his prizes Smiling at their pain
The bellows of hate Tear at my ears
A hole in the earth Rotten vegetation around
A putrid stench Glides from the hole
Claw marks mark the entrance As sinners try to escape
Only to be pulled back And put into torture
Hell • Opuss № I