South Of Heaven

Sorrows in the air,
The fire burns your lungs,
The beast has come to speak,
He's doing so in tongues.

It doesn't really matter,
He's just telling of the pain,
No body can stand up to,
Which no mind can contain.

No rest for the wicked,
When their soul is meant to burn,
Demons crawling through your form,
See all, for which you yearn.

Bloody hands now drag you down,
Cutting through your skin,
They wish to taste your bitter blood,
And wear it with a grin.

Sadistic smiles, dripping hate,
Eyes which wait to see,
Their ruler rip your soul apart,
For greed is never free.

You took a trip and now you pay,
You should have headed north,
South of heaven's scary,
When punishment's brought forth.