Trapped in the depth of the darkest hell
I have come to see
That heaven was not made for me
That my life was made for nothing
Lucifer’s massive wings are flapping
Creating the coldest air you can feel
I am in here for misanthropy
And for turning on the blasphemous idiots who called on me
I skipped right through purgatory
I did not ride the river Styx
I came right here to my final resting place
Where Judas and Lucifer preside
I have gone into the final level of hell
Past the Minotaur, Cerberus and furies
I no longer feel anything
My body has been frozen solid
The famous men of our world
In Lovecraft, Caesar and Poe
Are no where to be seen
They are on a higher level
Where the philosophers can think free
Alas I am stuck here
In the darkest coldest land
Looking at the face of a woman
I tried so hard not to believe in
But I tell you I believe now
And she is how I thought she would be
A beautiful queen of darkness