The halls of our rock with ruin and war The cry and crumble, Broken the sword. The and the tomes. The world's honeycombed. We possess the underearth.
Down, down, Toll the bell, we're to hell! we seek the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our Here we the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm to the promised land Swam boiling surf, trod bloody bloody As pilgrims we'll travel below And seek the finest that hell can bestow
A realm of madness, the cringing of A realization, the of dreams The fruit of all your pretty schemes heaven and hell all is not what it seems
From what I've heard it's a pretty place A sea of urine where eat your face A sadist like me can his vocation I'm to hell because 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 our time Here we seek our final
The lies they you Laid the foundation for place The book that they you Worship god but do not look at his face Beneath our the tunnels run so deep To reclaim our right. We retreat from this And now the land of the dead
Toll the bell! We're to hell! Here we the fruit of creation Blood-stained wine. It sweetens our Here we the final salvation
Is this what you That the sum of your life leave you here? Or do you when you die you are done? The pain of your death has only just I'm now to join the damned Into the oven the dead are jammed We come for the master, the king of the This is the place where it is better to
seeking heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is falling and you can win The game is fixed but no one to blame and hell? They are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all your hope, ye who enter And you can go to hell!