Stealing his Soul,
Being brapped to heaven,
Or Letting em fall,
Hell's stages are seven,
In our demon hall's,
We curse the heaven,
We whisper in your ear,
Trust trust,
Your death is near.

This guy,
hes running around,
like a crazy mouse,
his death abound,
he sees a house,
he thinks its a miracle,
but,
he trips up,
breaks his leg,
like he breaks a cup,
now he wishes he was home,
he wakes up,
and the evil is gone

Life is tough on us,
It cannot be true,
Life is tough on us,
Is lifes dungeon true?