At first you leave with sadness,
Your home, your wife, your friends,
Descending stairs of madness
The life you once owned ends.

At last you win reprieve
You board your ship and go
You think of what you will achieve
And then you get the final blow

Work and rest, work and rest,
And then you hear the weeping bell
You survived, you did your best
It's now dinner time... in hell