The Seventh Circle

Beyond the sea of faces.

Behind the wall of lies.

In dark forbidden places,

Beneath these blackened skies.

1st chorus:

Looking back upon the tortured life I've lead.

I'm growing weary of the path I tread.

Like a serpent coiled,

In the sinners mind.

No refuge for the outcast.

No mercy for his kind.

2nd chorus:

I have seen the horrors few have lived to tell.

Apocalyptic visions from the depths of hell.