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 possess the underearth.
Down, down, the bell, we're going to hell! Here we the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It our time we seek the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm to the promised land boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand As pilgrims we'll 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 fruit of all pretty schemes Between heaven and 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 pursue his I'm goin' to hell because I a vacation
gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we see the fruit of in slime. Blood sweetens our time Here we seek our salvation
The lies they you Laid the foundation for this The book that sold you Worship god but do not look at his face Beneath our keep the tunnels run so To our right. We retreat from this fight And enter now the land of the
Toll the bell! We're to hell! Here we seek the 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 think you die you are done? The pain of your has only just begun I'm headed now to join the the oven the dead souls are jammed We come for the master, the of the cruel This is the place it is better to rule
You're seeking but you're not allowed in soul is falling and you never can win The game is fixed but no one to blame Heaven and They are one in the same
All abandon... all your hope, ye who enter here And you can go to hell!