Fifty million miles below my feet
There`s a lot of people
I`d like to meet
There`s theives and killers
Harlots and whores
All were misguided
But not any more...
So I see their fate
In the black of the doom
Waves of fire in the storm
Creatures howl at the moon
They`re screaming intensly
Their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
Lake of fools, burning wild
