Cry the cry of a tormented soul,
Enter the realms of hell.
Feel the pain of living death,
But never, never tell.
Touch the darkness of the day,
Touch the mother earth.
Listen for the phantom sounds,
of the devil giving birth.
Call out to those who care,
And watch them turn their backs.
Watch the world turn to dust,
As the good ones die on racks.
Only one chance to change your mind,
And watch the devil fall.
Pray to the lord above,
and wait for his faithful call.
REB
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