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 anythings 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, yeah