Fifty million miles below my feet
There´s a lot of people
I´d like to meet
There´s theives and killers
Harlots and whores

All were misguided
But not any more...

So I see their fate
In the black of the doom
Waves of fire and brimstone
Creatures howl at the moon
They´re screaming intensly
Their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
Lake of fools, burning wild