Here In Hell

Here in hell,not much matters
Not the side of the wind,nor anything concerned to weathers

Here in hell,not much braves
Frightened corpses sail the unending seas of suicidal waves

Here in hell,not much align
No such thing as order,no quarters as mercy nor sign

Here in hell,not much matters
Not an eye raised,when demons rip angel feathers

Here in hell,not much command
Anarchy received seizes anarchy on hand

Here in hell,not much,but one who matters
We call her fallen angel,morning light,we call her Lucifer...