Into the wicked web of woe
some will stay, some must go

through bloody nights of endless fears
of morning grief trough-out the years

of darkend souls on darkened nights
the endless pain amid the fights. 

The ghost calls out thy name of sorrow
for this life you must borrow

take thy hand of the devil man
walk with him at his side stand

forgotten, broken a bleeding eyes
never graced into the skies

instead kept down below the earth
hidden away denid thy worth.

the forgotten lay old and used
there minds rotten, beaten, bruised.

Cover them now, there faces gone
forgot the pain what they did wrong

the devil himself will take them away
and we can live a brighter day.