Descent into hell's lair

Countless trails of tears drive an echo through midnights lonely halls.
A place held in black minds suspended, lowest realm to which we fall.

Entombing our weakened spirit, with lack of courage we weakly fail.
Judgment entwined with fiery rain, ushering agony's crushing hail.

Scorched brimstone now the captive of mercy, light and soul.
Feelings of hope eroded and gone, death's bell beckons an eerie toll.

Days give way to nights wicked plagues, eating lives from within.
Sad view of a dying humanity, as into hell's lair we merrily descend.