Abandon all hope for those who enter   Cause there ain't too much of that down here   A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel   And twisted screams are growing near      Now you're down here, you're gonna all stay   Cause the howling furies wanna come out and play   You're headed for doom, you'd better prepare   Cause in this part of the woods almost anything's fair, yeah      You lied and cheated in your miserable life   You met your end with a butcher knife   We laughed when you died, you sit in your grave   Just waiting to turn into satan's slave