Every day seems the same, Eternal flames ‘round my feet Sparks spiraling high above, With no conceivable relief. A sludge of liquid red, Runs through my veins Burning coals line the streets, Voices praise the dead. Dark robes made of ink, An unchained melody Of clanging chains, With a lock and no key. A swirling smoke falls, Over my heavy eyes As the eternal torment surges, And my internal sinner dies. Blood is a fond taste, Heart never had a chance Bones are a headache, As I join in the fatal dance. Links of iron bind me, Yet I’ve never felt so free And it’s always the same, So I leave my questions be. We circle the bonfire, As if under its worldly spell Screams echo through the cavern, ‘O behold, the flame of Hell!’