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My mind somestime endlessly wanders

to the deep under grounds of this world

where misery, pain and lonliness languish

and the woes of this world are unfirled

To the caverns where folks walk like zombies

to the caves where the demons all dwell

where the sun never shines and theres no peace of mind

I think they call this place hell

You can hear screams of the lost and the tortured

as the steam from the furnace burns red

for these souls have been lost and carelessly tossed

to the bowels of the earth, satans bed

And they will be all left there forever

as they wonder aimlessly in deep toil and pain

for nothing is right and they cant go toward the light

and in this hell they must always remain

And I watch them from my far away portal

and I shiver as I keep them in sight

for if I don't change my ways, I'll be spending my days

in my own hell, on some dreadful dark night

And if these are just dreams, I'll remember

for I can't release them from my wandering mind

and I hate the thought, that I might be caught

and on my soul, the devil will dine