In the caverns deep where shadows dwell,
A crimson sea of sorrow swells,
The whispers of the damned retell,
Stories of a place where silence yells.

The flames that dance in eternal night,
Illuminate the souls in plight,
Their cries echo in endless flight,
Seeking solace from their blight.

Amongst the ashes of despair,
A flicker of hope is rare,
In Hell’s embrace, none can repair,
The broken dreams that linger there.

Yet in the darkest of the hour,
The heart finds strength, a hidden power,
To rise above the burning tower,
And face the dawn’s awakening shower.