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
