To hell

To hell

To hell I shall march

For the sins I committed

For the faults I made

Knowingly, unknowingly, unfortunately

To hell I shall march

With shackles around my neck

My hand tied, my lips sealed

My dress soaked in blood

To hell I shall march

Carrying the world on my shoulder

Burdened by the sins of my ancestors

With broken bones, with a broken heart

To hell shall I march

With the stories that I have never told

With the secrets that I have kept

With the letters never wrote

To hell shall I march

As the heavens don't take sinners

As the world never give second chances

As I would never be repented.