So here I stand by the same black corridor
Where the same flames still move back and forth around me

He asked "Son, do you think that‘s what the evil looks?
Look at the way they slaughter truth, reigning thieves and crooks
Is it faith that means carnage in your leading books?
Well if that’s your realm, how‘s hell supposed to be awful?

Well if your so called life is heavensent
Then here’s the court all your lies find evidence
I swear, there’s murder in the shadows of your gaslight"
So I‘d rather rot in hell than to comply