It’s rather dark down there don’t you agree?
Pitch black, and murky
A pool of forgotten ink, unable to make art
It’s also quite hot
The air hits my face and my eyes sting and water
The magma core of the Earth awaits us
Do you hear them? The cries of the damned?
I can, I can hear their shrill vocal chords calling out
The echoing sounds fill my ears and my heart
Do you know why you’re here?
Do you know why you’ve been sentenced?
Well I do
Welcome to misery
Welcome to anguish
Welcome to the inferno
We will now begin our slow decent
Pitch black, and murky
A pool of forgotten ink, unable to make art
It’s also quite hot
The air hits my face and my eyes sting and water
The magma core of the Earth awaits us
Do you hear them? The cries of the damned?
I can, I can hear their shrill vocal chords calling out
The echoing sounds fill my ears and my heart
Do you know why you’re here?
Do you know why you’ve been sentenced?
Well I do
Welcome to misery
Welcome to anguish
Welcome to the inferno
We will now begin our slow decent
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