The halls of our keep rock ruin and war The walls cry and crumble, the sword. The tombs and the tomes. The honeycombed. We must the underearth.
Down, down, Toll the bell, going to hell! we seek the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It our time we seek the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm headed to the land Swam boiling surf, bloody bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims we'll below And seek the filth that hell can bestow
A realm of madness, the of queens A realization, the of dreams The worm-gnawed of all your pretty schemes Between heaven and all is not what it seems
From what I've heard it's a pretty cool A sea of where rats eat your face A sadist like me can pursue his I'm goin' to hell because I need a
We're go to hell! Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we see the of creation in slime. Blood sweetens our time Here we our final salvation
The lies they you the foundation for this place The that they sold you this god but do not look 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! we seek the fruit of creation Blood-stained wine. It our time Here we seek the final
Is this you fear? That the sum of your will leave you here? Or do you think you die you are done? The of your death has only just begun I'm headed now to join the the oven the dead souls are jammed We for the master, the king of the cruel is the place where it is better to rule
You're seeking but you're not allowed in Your soul is falling and you can win The game is but there's no one to blame Heaven and hell? are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all hope, ye who enter here And you can go to hell!