The Seventh Circle - Pale Divine

Beyond the sea of faces

Behind the wall of lies

In dark forbidden places

Beneath these blackened skies

1st chorus:

Looking back upon the tortured life I’ve lead

I’m growing weary of the path I tread

Like a serpent coiled

In the sinners mind

No refuge for the outcast

No mercy for his kind

2nd chorus:

I have seen the horrors few have lived to tell

Apocalyptic visions from the depths of hell