The skies in hell run crimson red,
and we lament the wounded soul.
we’ll never know the tragedy that was done
Or for whom the bell did really toll.
It’s molten lava on which he travels.
Another day lost, another days sensibilities fed.
He could have asked for forgiveness,
But it’s illusion with which his mind was fed.
The skies in hell run blood red
and woe he sings a sorrowful wale.
He’s just a man full of hatred
His life is just a sad, sad tale.
The acrid smoke fills his lungs
And Fire rains down from above,
If only he could speak to God
and ask him for his love.
The devil stands before him
And the river of fire is sorrow bound.
We know in our hearts,
he’ll never stand on hallowed ground.
The devil is going to run him through with his lance!
But it’s not too late for you and for me,
Place your heart with Jesus
and God will forgive us and set us free.
The skies in hell run crimson red,
And we lament the wounded soul.
and we lament the wounded soul.
we’ll never know the tragedy that was done
Or for whom the bell did really toll.
It’s molten lava on which he travels.
Another day lost, another days sensibilities fed.
He could have asked for forgiveness,
But it’s illusion with which his mind was fed.
The skies in hell run blood red
and woe he sings a sorrowful wale.
He’s just a man full of hatred
His life is just a sad, sad tale.
The acrid smoke fills his lungs
And Fire rains down from above,
If only he could speak to God
and ask him for his love.
The devil stands before him
And the river of fire is sorrow bound.
We know in our hearts,
he’ll never stand on hallowed ground.
The devil is going to run him through with his lance!
But it’s not too late for you and for me,
Place your heart with Jesus
and God will forgive us and set us free.
The skies in hell run crimson red,
And we lament the wounded soul.