“Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say...”

“Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say...”

“Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say...”