Abandon all hope for those who enter
Cause there ain`t too much of that down here
A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel
And twisted screams are growing near
Now you`re down here, you`re gonna all stay
Cause the howling furies wanna come out and play
You`re headed for doom, you`d better prepare
Cause in this part of the woods almost anything`s 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 satan`s slave