In the depths where shadows play,
And flames dance in a cruel ballet,
Souls wander with a mournful sigh,
Beneath the crimson, burning sky.

The air is thick with cries of pain,
Echoes of torment, a dark refrain,
Chains that rattle, hearts that break,
In this realm of endless ache.

Demons whisper secrets old,
In tongues of fire, fierce and bold,
They lure the lost with promises sweet,
Only to trap them in the heat.

Yet amidst the chaos, a sliver of light,
A hope that flickers in the night,
For even in Hell’s deepest part,
Love can pierce the blackest heart.