The of our keep rock with ruin and war The walls cry and crumble, the sword. The tombs and the tomes. The honeycombed. We possess the underearth.
Down, down, Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we the fruit of creation. wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the final Go to hell!
I'm to the promised land Swam boiling surf, bloody bloody sand As pissed-off we'll travel below And the finest filth that hell can bestow
A of madness, the cringing of queens A realization, the crushing of The worm-gnawed of all your pretty schemes heaven and hell all is not what it seems
From I've heard it's a pretty cool place A sea of urine where rats eat your A sadist like me can pursue his I'm goin' to hell because I a vacation
We're go to hell! Toll the bell, goin' to hell! Here we see the fruit of in slime. Blood sweetens our time Here we our final salvation
The they told you Laid the foundation for this 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 retreat this fight And now the land of the dead
Toll the bell! going to hell! Here we seek the fruit of Blood-stained wine. It sweetens our Here we seek the salvation
Is this what you That the sum of your will leave you here? Or do you think you die you are done? The pain of your death has only just I'm headed now to join the Into the oven the souls are jammed We come for the master, the king of the This is the place it is better to rule
seeking heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is and you never can win The is fixed but there's no one to blame Heaven and They are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all your hope, ye who enter And you can go to hell!