The of our keep rock with ruin and war The walls cry and crumble, the sword. The and the tomes. The world's honeycombed. We must the underearth.
Down, down, Toll the bell, going to hell! Here we the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It our time Here we the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm to the promised land Swam boiling surf, trod bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims travel below And seek the finest filth that hell can
A realm of madness, the cringing of A realization, the of dreams The worm-gnawed of all your pretty schemes Between and hell all is not what it seems
From I've heard it's a pretty cool place A sea of urine rats eat your face A sadist like me can his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I a vacation
gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, goin' to hell! Here we see the of creation Writing in slime. Blood our time Here we our final salvation
The they told you Laid the for this place The that they sold you Worship this god but do not at his face Beneath our keep the tunnels run so To reclaim our right. We from this fight And enter now the land of the
Toll the bell! We're to hell! Here we the fruit of creation wine. It sweetens our time Here we the final salvation
Is this you fear? the sum of your life will leave you here? Or do you think when you die you are The pain of your death has only just I'm headed now to the damned Into the the dead souls are jammed We come for the master, the of the cruel This is the place it is better to rule
seeking heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is falling and you can win The game is fixed but there's no one to Heaven and hell? They are one in the
All abandon... Abandon all hope, ye who enter here And you can go to hell!