It is easy to get lost in the underworld

To trail off the main path

Following the crunch of dead leaves

Or bone

Or dreams beneath your feet

All roads lead to hellfire anyway

Even steps lightly taken

Are echoed by screams of lost souls forsaken

And no stars litter the skies for guidance

Only endless ash whistling past

To let you know this moment

Is no different from the last

No gust of fresh air to help you catch your breath

Only misery, no more mystery, only death

Death, death

No moss growing greenly to point you the way

Only whispers from demons beckoning you astray

Only flames in each direction spread the smell of decay

So you take another step and let come what may

All roads lead to hellfire anyway