A blood trail of footprints leads you far from home From the warm light of day into cold dark depths Through the open doorway of life's welcoming glow To your lacerated corpse, entombed deep below.
Cast adrift in a realm where snowflakes whirl And hailstones strike the unknowing ones The jaded voice of the ferryman calls for one last fare And you float into Hell with a vapid stare.
As the final echo of your tortured soul's scream Fades into the emptiness of your own death dream.
