Hole
Ó 1989  Anthony Congiano

A darkened hole once uttered

The cries of a thousand men

The caverns that ran there

Never were to end

The bones unforgiving

Littered the muddy floor

The skulls gazed upward

No wonder what they saw

The hole was old… the caverns cold

Mist was in the air

Evil rules so close to Hell

Death it lurks down there

Like the banished there now

To be without a soul

  To damn the day they’ll add their bones

To the caverns beneath the hole