Kellarn

You know, hell is quite swell Surrounded by your fellow damned souls Mountains of red hot chains Innumerable amounts of pains You even have your own cell In the fieriest pits of hell There’s an abundance of cell mates, willing and able to tell their stories They say everything will be better But they tell you to wait, lest you’ll end up with a bitter fate They tell you with a long stay, you’ll never decay Night will become day The heat will become the cool You will ride your way back to Earth Oh boy, what a fool You are his tool You will be grotesque Inhuman abhoration An utter abomination There will be blo

The olden days, of young love and fantasy, The olden days, of joyous imaginations The olden days, of heartfelt goodness and heart-shattering tragedy The olden days, of foolish choices and foolish words The olden days, days long past. Days of sweet words upon lips, translated into pixels The olden days, of heartbreak and star-struck romance The olden days, of beautiful, new music The olden days, long since past The olden days.. Never shall be forgotten