Lyrics:
The Pits

too hip My love life's turning sour working the night shift It's the pits, it's a one way trip On a sinking ship Ain't it the pits, but you just can

rising moon Wine of life streams In faint nocturnal screams As the rivers run red From the wrath of Armageddon And the wine of life is shed Into the pits

disease For years I'm traveling The seven seas The blackened And bleeding sky They tare off my close demise The pain it paled me To the pits of despair

rising moon Wine of life streams In faint nocturnal screams As the rivers run red From the wrath of Armageddon And the wine of life is shed Into the pits

flames of hate - gates of love the good decays when he arrives halls of hate slaughter, genocide halls of death my gory life dungeons of misery pits of

sentence Burning under stones In pits of madness Who will obstruct their destiny? Eternal punishment for sins The fire begins In the damned pits The

Translation: Sammy Hagar. The Pits.

Translation: Nile. The Burning Pits Of The Duat.

Translation: Zero. Pits Of Thunder.