I've walked through the gates of hell,
Been there once more,
maybe two times or four.
Its overrated after all.
I see the gates of hell,
Holding all this hate, burning in fire,
The pain I bleed is its desire.
I've seen pain, I've seen death.
I've seen blood fall,
I've heard the call.
Though I, yes I.
I've seen the way through the gates of hell.
This pain is burning in fire.
Thats its only desire.
But I'll let go, maybe for a little while.
I've seen past the mile,
I can get through the gates of hell,
I have a voice, that I can use to yell.
And set myself free.
Leaving the pain behind me.
