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Dark I stand before the gates of Hell,
This is where I've come to dwell.
The charred black steal so tall and towering,
The winding of Satanic standing.
They stand below a sky so black and gray,
Saying this is where your going to stay.
A slender black figure stands before me,
This is all I can see.
Long black robes so tattered and torn,
A pale white face so battered and worn.
Faded features and sagging eyes,
This is the pinnacle of my demise.
You can not tell what he is thinking,
He does not say a word.
In the distance you hear crying,
But that's what you think you have heard.
He will be forever standing,
Standing at the gates.
Condemned to pain, condemned to death,
Condemned to Hell.
