As I awake it feels like summer and it smells like Caribbean Sea
But short before I was glidden off and I was fallen to the deep
It feels like I’m living but I know I’m dead
First I explore my surroundings, I’m going ahead

Engrossed in thought I mill around and I see Him among
A bunch of maids, just like the heroes in an old Arabian song
Damn sure, he is the Bogey, I see him in front of my own
To recognize on his clubfoot and his antic with the mighty horns

Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?

Two steps ahead I see a trapdoor amid the bright sandy plane
I see him beckoning me and then I hear his mighty voice calling my name
So I walk up being really awed, but he says “Welcome to hell!”
First go to the bar getting a drink, I know it, it’s as better as well

I do like he’d claimed and go to the bar, the drinks are all for free
So I drink a lot of diabolic drinks, to get drunken is part of me
But during I’m drinking I figure out what’s up with this baffling trapdoor
And I go back to the Bogey to ask him now what I wanna ask him before

Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?
Hell – Where is the fire?

Satan, sorry for disturbing, but the thought stills haunts in my mind
A trapdoor in the sands – why is it here and what is providing behind?
He looks waggishly and then he opens this mysterious porthole

Screaming sinners – tortured by demons – the slaves of this bilious hole

Fire burns – the sinful souls – torments in excess for the deviants in Hell

I’m looking down short till he closes the hole of obnoxiousness
Satan cracks up: “They are Christians – we just satisfy their most holy wish”

Hell – There is the fire
Hell – There is the fire
Hell – There is the fire
Hell – There is the fire

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