I feel for those tormented souls,
in the pit of unescapable ghouls.
With serrated tongues that bind
tightly, human souls resigned...
In their deep melancholy and desolation,
finding themselves in total isolation.
A gasp for air... eternal damnation...
Their hopes turn for their incineration.
I feel for those tormented souls.
Lamenting as their spirits call
For songs of Divine intervention
when sorrow suddenly beckons...