The storys we'll tell

The stories we'll tell when we're knee deep in hell
will not be those of repentance
While others are screaming
we lay here dreaming of the day when I conquered the well

For you see when you sit down with me
at the underworlds table of choice
From the things that I say will be worth your stay
and you will never forget my voice

The stories we'll tell when we're rulers of hell
will be those of victorious ascension
The devil himself will gasp at a glance
or the history we bring to hell's door

And the lost souls we provide
best find shelter and hide
or the screams that we hear
Will be yours