I've crossed into the spirit world
I've found that it looks strange.
Everything that I was told
Its really not the same.
Where is the trumpet fanfare?
The golden bridge to cross?
The hovel I had slid down
I practically got lost.
I've crossed into the spirit land
But clouds aren't by my feet,
Why do I walk through ashes
To a steady drumming beat?
Where are the lyres strumming tunes
And spirits decked in gold?
The figures here are gray and bent
Their melting screaming souls.
And the honeydew? The grand reward?
The pots of gold and jewels?
Where art thou twelve disciples?
For here I be with fools!
Angered by just punishments 
They cry on molten rock,
This spirit world is strange I say,
... its smoke and red, and hot. 
Where are the crowns of olive leaves
To thank me for my work?
You gave me, ah alas, a rose
Its thrones my finger poke. 
I do not understand the bats, that fly in threes around
Have you've altered your décor 
because there's fire all around?
My clothes, why are they not of silk?
But thick layers of ash?
Why is the river running white
A jagged deadly gash?
How come the sun is but a ball of vile deadly gas
And who invited Mr Horns to whip his tail at us?
Who runes this place? This incestuous hole?!
For heaven has since fell,
I've strictly sinned in the name of God!
Where am I?
What the Hell?!