Plummeting into his doom, br He confronts the blistering heat br Though his soul, it may consume br Without it, he’s incomplete br br The magma sears his skin br As he suffocates on ashes br Though his pleasure, it just begins, br For the demon shall make gashes br br He stands grimy and gritty, br Awaiting waves of torture br He’s a slave to this city, br And he breathes for these scorchers br br He is smashed into brimstone br As the arsonist pours Hellfire br For these sins, he will atone br And this is his only desire.