Where all men fear to tread

Dark angels clothed in red

Do dwell within the fire

In the land of sinful dead

Where woes are cried aloud

From the envious and proud

And those of lusts desire

In the fearsome horrid crowd

For in the pyre they crave

To be the wondrous saved

Yet prayers now lie unheard

Of the desperate scoundrel naves

They lash out with their might

In the never ending fight

Their battles quite absurd

Within the prison of the night

Be there not a hope for us

Can we not regain the trust

Is it our painful destiny

To be cast into disgust

'Tis an ever evil thing

To behold the painful sting

But it is here that you'll find me

In this land where I am king