I would storm the gates of hell to see you once again.
Hear devil footsteps in the corridors of sin;
My angel guide takes flight to lead me through the din.
The deafening winds taunt me to give in.
Boldly I charge into the pit of eternal fire,
Burning souls exalt to form the Devil's choir,
Nearing Styx the smell of sulphur b***s my nose,
And I am left alone to pay the boatman's toll.
And we ride into the depths of hell.
Crossing the scorch'd earth Beneath a burning sky
And with a squinted eye
Into the depths I ride.
Across the barren lands Into the heart of flame
Where hatred knows no bounds
Love has no name.
Fear not my fallen dove
For you are not to blame
Nothing can stop true love
Our paradise regained.
If I close my eyes you're always there,
But my empty heart keeps me aware.
And you know I love you so,I'd rather die than go on alone.
Cry not my love.
Devils make way.
And though I walk on burning coals
The horror chills me to the bone.
Listen close and hear the moans
Of the weak and dying souls.
When I see you there Looking at me through your empty stare.
I wonder where you are
And if you still love me.
Cry not my love.Devils make way.
As I'm watching you
Through my eyes so pale and blue
I see your tears of pain
Was I to blame.
Hear devil footsteps in the corridors of sin;
My angel guide takes flight to lead me through the din.
The deafening winds taunt me to give in.
Boldly I charge into the pit of eternal fire,
Burning souls exalt to form the Devil's choir,
Nearing Styx the smell of sulphur b***s my nose,
And I am left alone to pay the boatman's toll.
And we ride into the depths of hell.
Crossing the scorch'd earth Beneath a burning sky
And with a squinted eye
Into the depths I ride.
Across the barren lands Into the heart of flame
Where hatred knows no bounds
Love has no name.
Fear not my fallen dove
For you are not to blame
Nothing can stop true love
Our paradise regained.
If I close my eyes you're always there,
But my empty heart keeps me aware.
And you know I love you so,I'd rather die than go on alone.
Cry not my love.
Devils make way.
And though I walk on burning coals
The horror chills me to the bone.
Listen close and hear the moans
Of the weak and dying souls.
When I see you there Looking at me through your empty stare.
I wonder where you are
And if you still love me.
Cry not my love.Devils make way.
As I'm watching you
Through my eyes so pale and blue
I see your tears of pain
Was I to blame.