Hell's torments have no end.
Saint and sinner fight within.
Running through the shadowed night,
I wonder should I give up or fight.
Despair so deep I cannot feel.
And sometimes I wonder, is it real?
Too late for me, my soul is lost.
Pay the piper, this is the cost.
Nowhere to go, no room to stay.
I'm trapped inside, can't run away.
It holds me close, won't let me go.
This is the only dest'ny that I know.