The halls of our keep rock with and war The walls cry and crumble, the sword. The and the tomes. The world's honeycombed. We must the underearth.
Down, down, the bell, we're going to hell! Here we the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It our time Here we seek the salvation Go to hell!
I'm headed to the promised Swam surf, trod bloody bloody sand As pissed-off 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 worm-gnawed fruit of all pretty schemes heaven and hell all is not what it seems
From what I've heard a pretty cool place A sea of urine where rats eat face A sadist me can pursue his vocation I'm to hell because I need a vacation
gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we see the fruit of Writing in slime. Blood our time Here we our final salvation
The lies told you Laid the for this place 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 fight And now the land of the dead
Toll the bell! We're to hell! we seek the fruit of creation Blood-stained wine. It sweetens our Here we seek the salvation
Is this what you That the sum of your will leave you here? Or do you think when you die you are The of your death has only just begun I'm now to join the damned Into the 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 heaven but you're not 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 your hope, ye who here And you can go to hell!