The fires of Hell burn bright
In the middle of the night
Waiting for an angel to fall
No hope of salvation at all
A poor lost soul
Is swallowed up whole
Consumed in the flames
They are souls without names
The fires are ablaze
In this fiendish maze
Consumed by guilt and shame
There is no one else to blame
The fires are aglow
As you sink so low
The Devil has cast his spell
You face eternity in Hell
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