The halls of our keep rock ruin and war The cry and crumble, Broken 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. Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our Here we seek the 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 crushing of The worm-gnawed fruit of all your pretty Between heaven and hell all is not it seems
From what I've heard it's a pretty cool A sea of urine where rats eat your A like me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I need a
We're go to hell! Toll the bell, goin' to hell! we see the fruit of creation Writing in slime. 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 our keep 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! we seek the fruit of creation Blood-stained wine. It our time Here we seek the final
Is this you fear? the sum of your life will leave you here? Or do you think when you die you are The pain of your death has only just I'm now to join the damned Into the oven the dead are jammed We for the master, the king of the cruel This is the where it is better to rule
You're seeking heaven but not allowed in soul is falling and you never can win The is fixed but there's no one to blame and hell? They are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all hope, ye who enter here And you can go to hell!