there must be more to this this place is for the weak somewhere down below is the land that i seek the fires are always hot the women are so cold doesn t matter if you re guilty or not and you ll never get old all hail hell your soul will sell the flesh is burning now the blood starts to boil don t want no god or devil to no one i am loyal the pain is what i need it feels oh so nice i d rather fry down here than freeze in heaven s ice your life is meaningless why can t you see kill now while you can just not me do what and all you want the time is yours i ll meet you down here i ll greet you at hell s doors