Holding out for that helping hand.
No angel grabs on and he doesn’t understand.
Slowly falling through the ground.
He is consumed by all of the demonic sounds.
Although knowing it’s too late.
He still reaches out for that pearling gate.
Being sent to the realm of fire and pain
Crazy laughter is heard that he couldn’t explain.
Chained up by hooks through his innocent skin.
Torture is on the way as a demon looks at him with an evil grin.
Itarow Krähe 