Down,down,and down it goes

To a place where speech stops
And no breeze blows

Down to a place
Where no one smiles
A place where souls are laid in piles

A place that is
A true, deep hell
Down, down, down
Through the old dark well

Along we go
Across these wastes
To a cold, stark world
That knows only hate

Hand in hand
We go along
listening to Misery's
Pitiful song

To a place that is
A true,deep hell
Down,down,down
The old dark well

To a place where no soul
Living or dead
Would go to venture
Or dare to tread

Along we go,
Me and you
A man with a scythe
And a black hood too

To a place that is
A true, deep hell
Down,down,down
Through the old,dark well