On brim stone and fire,
Lays my bed,
My bed of sin and fire.
My hell a spoken place.

There was no way to repent,
I spoke my dues.
I traveled to the other side,
Where I shall lay on my brim stone and fire bed.

I feel the skin pulled away from my bone,
I hear my screams,
But I know I'll be the only ones to ever hear them,
I lay upon this fire,

My life burns before my eyes,
I am to relive my days of sin.
My past hurts now,
But I am to pay my dues.

With every burn,
I feel the pain I caused,
My life to burn for all I caused,
I know why they call it Hell.

Not for the fire,
Not for the pain,
Nor the loss of humanity.

You live your life all over again.
The moments of only time and pain,
This is your repentance.
The pain you caused,
And the pain dealt at your hand,
It comes back ten fold.

My brim stone and fiery bed,
Are all I have,
I have to burn,
I knew I would only live in Hell.