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I`ve heard that there is a hell somewhere,
But I did not believe in it so much,
But the time has come and I glanced there myself.
The stink has stroke my face,
When the doors sweep open.
Praise the Lord, that I did not cross over the threshold
I have pressed myself close to jamb.
I was feeling unwell and awe-struck.
There would be no strength to describe what
I`ve seen.
What the terrible cry and gritting of teeth and of metal...
Praise the Lord that I did not cross over the threshold.
I`ve screamed: - Jesus,
Intervene, as soon as possible!
Forgive and save me, take me home!
You know that I am not a coward,
But everything is very serious.
And I believe in God and that such fate is not mine.
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Demons were approaching me
to tear me to pieces.
Now, I shall overstep the last range.
In the outer darkness
their bloody jaws were burning, but praise the Lord,
He came in time.
Someone`s big hand
Took me tenderly.
The doors were slammed, and an endless howl calmed
After returning from afar,
I shall never be the same,
And praise the Lord, that You, o Lord, with me.
My friends say
That they do not need to be saved.
And now they live as if they live in hell.
They did not see it
While the hell is always near.
And praise the Lord that I shall not go there!
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