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