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