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Down in my cellar

In a damp and sombre room

I let my brush run free

'cross the canvas

Where it paints the eyes of doom

Oh, how can all this be?

I removed the lid from the well

Letting out the secrets it held

None believed that they do exist

But I know, down below

Morbid eyes are watching through the mist

Out of the Well

Breaking their spell

Demons of Hell

They pose for me and I draw their features

Demonic drawings of ungodly creatures

Shadows dance from the candles lit

Sworn to sadness - myth and madness

Reflect the mockery of the pit

Out of the Well

Breaking their spell

Demons of Hell

The night spirit of antique horror

Returning from the depths below

Mocking the God of the heavens

A terror He could never know

I am the tool to immortalize the dread

Ghouls feasting on the living and the dead

It's a testament of hell's morbidity

A painting made of my own insanity!

Out of the Well

Breaking their spell

Demons of Hell