In hell's garden

I tread on the stones that burn the soles of my feet
and everywhere i turn there are demons of such
so i try to keep my eyes tight shut as i walk the dreaded street
but the more i try the more i fail because my curiosity is too much

they scream and shout the souls torched in the past
seems like they're endless, there are so many
and as i concentrate on my path, i wonder if I'll last
so as i walk i wonder about my hope and if there's any

the sky is filled with thunder and lightning
the colour is familiar, the sky is blood red
i never should have been here, its so frightening
but heaven was full up, so I'm in hell now I'm dead