Welcome to our home.
Where the windows are barred,
And the guests are here to stay.

We live in darkness
Filled with the scent of death
And the screams of the tortured.

The days feel like years
As we sit decaying
Wondering how we got here.

As you can see,
This ain't no Four Seasons.
Hell is what we call it.

The warlocks beat us.
The demons strike us down.
The devil laughs at our pain.

Our bones are brittle.
Our scars are plentiful.
We are all becoming weak.

But we won't give up,
The course will not be strayed.
The evil will not prevail.