What is life but a mere chapter in the book of hell that is written?
A time of heartbreak and disaster, of hatred and regret, a time of disposition and dejection.
A time when the power of man falls into hands of a shady character.
A time when love is lost, and fear is reborn again.
I know it well, and for once I'm ready to quit.
Not yearn over what I can be, but where I'm going.
To the fiery depths of hell,
Where content and gratitude will be forever indebted to me.
All the pain and misfortune I write, shall be relieved when I travel to hell,
At the expense to you.
