The road to hell is full of traffic
And black like never was before
Is strange that never was so long
And hard to believe now is so crowd
But people still run to the Desert Land
Keep trying to find what cannot be found.

The road to hell is full of traffic
And black like never was before
The dark surrounds the final light
The shaddow is foggy and strange
But people still seek, like worms in the grave
To find what cannot be found.

The road to hell is full of traffic
And black like never was before
In the night of the hell people still run
Moving like bugs in the dark
Trying to reach their cold Desert Land
To find what cannot be found.