Abandon all hope for those who enter
Cause there ain´t too much of that down here
A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel
And twisted screams are growing near

Now you´re down here, you´re gonna all stay
Cause the howling furies wanna come out and play
You´re headed for doom, you´d better prepare
Cause in this part of the woods almost anything´s fair, yeah

You lied and cheated in your miserable life
You met your end with a butcher knife
We laughed when you died, you sit in your grave
Just waiting to turn into Satan´s slave