In the depths of hell they wait
Sitting patiently by the gate
Watching with narrow eyes
They will not be surprised
The air is hot and dry
The dead yell out and cry
They beg for salvation
The devil laughs well this isn't vacation
The waiting ones lurk
Their plans soon set to work
They'd overrule the devil himself
Store his head upon a shelf
They'd rule hell from now
They didn't quite know how
The boss said not to worry
Look calm don't scurry
They waited patiently for the call
Then they'd march the hall
And they would yet rule hell
Soon their bodies began to swell
They screamed in fear and pain
Then they marched despite their brain
Into the abyss of souls
They were under the devils controls
They had been tricked
But one thought quick
And ran to the devil's bed
And put a knife behind his head
So when the devil went to sleep
Into his head a knife would creep
And the demons of hell would yet be free
