Come to the dungeons of waste and wild where light never shines an abyss bottomless waits for you with its jaws open wide Your weary virtues shall wither fast when you succumb to my guile I will bless you with riches vast the fruits of our exile Legions of angels nigh sent from a place on high where on distant shores unfold crystal doors Creepers of faith grow on restless quests feeding on fears of the mind they'll die in dungeons of waste and wild where light never shines Follow the rays of dawn to the kingdom that lies within hold steady the reins across the windward plains I know the paths to sin begin where men k** their conscience but by what divine providence does conscience k** men? Your word says love it implores that vile prophets sell paths that lead to your heaven doors lead to my gates of hell