the games of hell

she opened the door

the one that lead to hell

there was Heather on the floor

she wondered how it fell

another step inside she took

the Heather glowed brighter still

and then with a jerk the world shook

with it she swayed, feeling suddenly ill.

and the heather's glow burnt her eyes

a quaking trill cracked the sky

now this was the punishment for her lies

no escape from hell, she needn't try

and now it was her scream

and now it was her blood

on the heathers it did gleam

Like a stone, she fell with a thud

then death had come at last

and she fell in its embrace

but the end won't come so fast

a sinner won't die with grace

and she will be revived again and again

to be destroyed again and again

the hell has its own games to play

come on, come on, won't you come and stay?