River Styx

Welcome to the worst of places Deceased, lost the things that you have gained Surrounded by sadistic and disfigured faces To each his own, but you're all the same Consumed by pride, a hollow shell Took for granted the love and compassion they shared Lived on regret Now say goodbye to the ones that you care for Never strike at your enemies if you're not ready to lose what you have gained Just crawl back into the hole which you derived if you're not ready to cope with all the pain Suspended by a blood-soaked pike Your essence flow down to taint the soil below Flames lick at skin, rot from within Roast in your sin and loath The cost you paid to take your risks Success and good fortune was never part of the deal Your ignorance killed you No second chances can save you from your fate Never strike at your enemies if you're not ready to lose what you have gained Just crawl back into the hole which you derived if you're not ready to cope with all the pain 'Cause you never come across good intention Good intention in the souls of all 'Cause you never come across good intention Good intention in the souls