Lake of Fools - - - W A S P

Fifty million miles below my feet 
There's a lot of people 
I'd like to meet 
There's theives and killers 
Harlots and whores 
All were misguided 
But not any more... 

So I see their fate 
In the black of the doom 
Waves of fire in the storm 
Creatures howl at the moon 
They're screaming intensly 
Their cries are heard for miles 
A prince resides there 
Lake of fools, burning wild