Abandon all hope for those who enter Cause there aint too much of that down here A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel And twisted screams are growing near
Now you are down here, you are gonna all stay Cause the howling furies wanna come out and play you are headed for doom, youd better prepare Cause in this part of the woods almost anythings fair, yeah
You lied and cheated in your miserable life You met your end with a butcher knife We laughed when you died, you sit in your grave Just waiting to turn into satans slave
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