The door is made of Snakes
After crossing the river of blades
What did I do to deserve this
Oh gods! Answer me!
Before I enter the gates of Hel,
And work the ship of death.
I wait, and wait, and wait.
You dare not answer my plea!
Then I shall build the ship of death!
After I'm done with snakes biting,
And dipping venom on my cuts.