The Cellar

Cellars a place everyone dies.
Cellars a place where virgins cry.
Cellars a place where blood run cold.
No way out! It's horrors untold.
In the cellar, bodies lie dead.
Buried in sand up to their head.
In the cellar, torture's extreme.
Try to wake up, this ain't a dream.
Don't try to run, don't try to hide.
Demons will find you once your inside.
They'll shock your brain until you've learned
to serve their master, then you'll burn!
Cellars a place you'll rot with disease.
Ripped apart with demonic ease.
Cellars a place the maniacs mame.
They're all criminally insane.
In the cellar you exhale smoke.
It burns your throat, you're bound to choke.
In the cellar behind hells gate.
Trapped forever you can't escape.
Down in the pit of human waste.
Demons' laughing, your blood they taste.
Their evil plan is right on course.
And what they take, they take by force.
Burning in flames, try to resist.
In the end their masters' feet you'll kiss.
Now a demon, your not alone.
Get use to it, Cellars your home.

Written by...wee-willie wilson-