From Hell

Your ride awaits black as night
The last one I'll tell you
It's a gift just in spite
Tempting you to come

And what awaits
Scares me to death
It ain't such a pretty picture
Inside out
That's how you're laid
For all to see

From hell from hell

Tempted in without a care
Luxury abounded
Just one look in his eyes
Leaves you astounded

From Hell

The next time you see
The flashing of a blade
A struggle then to breathe

Aberline here's your gift
Surely a pleasure
A penny here a penny there
For the boatman's ride



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Nash, Paul White, Stephen Grimmett, Mart Trail
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