Fifty million miles below my feet
There s a lot of people
i d like to meet
there s thieves 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 in the storm
Creatures howl at the moon
they re screaming intensly
their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
lake of fools , burning wild