disolved from redemption
chiming of the whispers
becomes the path of damnation
as the echo of prayers
denied from their salvation
passing from their souls
dying from the ashes in flood

followed in death they become
damnation for their crimes
coins placed upon their eyes
waiting for the gates of Charon
becoming from the descent
of the one, the king of flies,
carrying the echoes of the wounded
upon their hands, bare the blood,

Followed from their lives
into demise, the hands of Charon
of their sleep falling from grace
spending eternity within a lake of piss
wounds cutting into their flesh
and buring to their soul and bone
when all that is left without answer
devoured by the demon, head first
screaming for their death, yet alive

drawn into the eyes of the blind
becoming from them in death
closer they become to the end
as it comes among their final breath
in a darkness they weep blood
as they hear a tolling of the bell,
and the writing upon the wall,
words telling of their personal hell,
upon their hands, death in floods

closer to the path, souls they burn
to hell they follow, too late they learn
all that is holy they denied, walked away
in their eyes and paths of destruction,
a path of eternal demise waiting for them,
closer to the lies they see before their eyes
walking closer to the paths of hell,
looking on into the eyes of Charon
as waiting for them to open the gates,
becoming from the eyes of the guity
when they awaken to their waiting fate,

submerged in a lake of piss they watch
when their mortal body walks to the blade
again they will see the reason they die,
for them to watch again as their soul fades
within the second death they will suffer
within the lake of brimstone and flames,
as they lay waiting for the ferryman
and the hand of the man looking on
in the fires that they face in damnation