• Dark angel come let me feel your wrath,
    Then take me down the road of the physco path.
    Iv'e been to Hell in fact, what i trip,
    Many lost and sick, and 10 serberice bit.
    Sick, Twisted, and far too late,
    1,2,3, now onto the forth gate.
    Cold and bleeding having to wait,
    While many others have a decided fate.
    Sitting in this room cold and alone,
    With only the smell of rotting bone.
    Hell is a trip I'll tell you that,
    But once your there..you can't go back.