Analysis of ROUTE 666

The Devil's own country
Is what they call this land,
Where only evil things reside
And nothing decent stands.

Landscape of red hot sand
Scorched by the desert sun,
In this land where evil grows
And nothing worthwhile comes.

The Devil rides a Chopper
Along this road to death,
The highway to Hell
When you've got no chances left.

A scorched bitumen highway
Cuts through the red sand plains,
With a fiery desert sun
That seems to boil your brains.

Wreaking of fire and brimstone
The highway keeps heading down,
To take you to Old Nick's place
Where no hope is found.

The further that you ride along
The greater the fiery stench becomes,
Until your only instinct
Is to turn around and run.

But there is no returning
From this highway to Hell,
Where searing flames roar up
And bring the brimstone smell.

So avoid the Devil's highway
In this most evil land,
The highway of lost hope
With its sunburnt red sand.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia