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 we seek the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm headed to the promised Swam boiling surf, trod bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims travel below And the finest filth that hell can bestow
A realm of madness, the cringing of A realization, the crushing of The worm-gnawed fruit of all your pretty Between and hell all is not what it seems
From what heard it's a pretty cool place A sea of where rats eat your face A like me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell I need a vacation
We're go to hell! Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we see the of creation Writing in slime. Blood sweetens our Here we seek our final
The lies told you Laid the foundation for place The book that they you Worship this god but do not look at his Beneath our the tunnels run so deep To reclaim our right. We retreat this fight And enter now the of the dead
Toll the bell! We're to hell! Here we the fruit of creation wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the salvation
Is what you fear? That the sum of life will leave you here? Or do you think you die you are done? The pain of death has only just begun I'm headed now to join the Into the oven the dead are jammed We come for the master, the of the cruel is the place where it is better to rule
You're heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is and you never can win The game is but there's no one to blame Heaven and hell? They are one in the
All abandon... Abandon all your hope, ye who enter And you can go to hell!