The Wrought Iron Gates

The Wrought Iron Gates At the wrought iron gates, I pull on the rope The toll of the bell means an end to all hope Chances to redeem my ill deeds all spurned Bridges I have crossed have all been burned The wrought iron gates are swung open wide I feel a dark force slowly drawing me inside A shrouded figure looms and points the way Midst a pungent odour of disease and decay The wrought iron gates are shut with a crash Through pools of foul smelling fluid I splash To a filthy pit of slime at the end of the road Could it be this place will be my new abode? The bolt slides across the wrought iron gates Imprisoned am I with the dark evil that awaits Satan leads me to my damp and stinking cell He wishes me a very unpleasant stay in Hell