The names, the days, and the miseries,

The disease, the tears, the pain and death,

Spread across the bloodstained pages,

And are the substance of The Books of Hell.

The violence, the hate, and the deceit,

The thievery, the treachery and greed,

The lack of respect, remorse, and compassion,

Are all recorded in The Books of Hell.

Those filthy volumes without number

Reek of age and days to come,

Keeping deadly track of every sin

That go down in the Books of Hell.

Those with eyes closed in death and to truth

Will awaken into the coffin’s darkness

To see the beginning of sorrows,

And their names in The Books of Hell.