Spitefull fire that carries all his anger and despair

burns so brightly it can be mistaken for a heavenly gate

There are no walls

nothing to lean on

nothing to find comfort in

Endless hirozon of night with no clouds or stars

the ground is made out of tortured souls

They cry and pleed with satan to let them go

satan cant see them throght the blur of his tears

satan cant hear them though the irry noise in his ears

satan thinks hes all alone