In my head their laughter rings.
My tainted soul their evil brings.
These wicked children lead the way
to Satan's lair whereat they play.

The breaking skies of bloody red
bestill my heart to fill with dread.
The wind brings odor of decay
from Satan's lair whereat they play.

A distant melody plays on
it's bitter, melancholy song.
Which keeps the vicious beasts at bay
in Satan's lair whereat they play.

The laughter of these children screams
inside my head, within my dreams.
The skies of red have shifted gray
near Satan's lair whereat they play.

And to myself a whispered prayer
as we descend the twisted stair,
from far away the light of day.
To Satan's lair whereat they play.

But as we reach these evil grounds
surrounded by unholy sounds
the terror somehow fades away
in Satan's lair whereat they play.

No more is felt of fear nor pain,
not love nor life my heart contains.
But emptiness is what remains
for from my heart my soul has drained.

The blood goes black within my veins.
The maggots feast upon my brains.
My home I've found and here I stay
in Satan's lair whereat we play.

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