The halls of our rock with ruin and war The cry and crumble, Broken the sword. The tombs and the tomes. The honeycombed. We must the underearth.
Down, down, Toll the bell, we're to hell! Here we seek the of creation. Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our Here we the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm headed to the land boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims travel below And seek the finest filth that can bestow
A realm of madness, the cringing of A realization, the crushing of The fruit of all your pretty schemes Between heaven and hell all is not it seems
From what I've it's a pretty cool place A sea of urine rats eat your face A like me can pursue his vocation I'm to hell because I need a vacation
We're go to hell! the bell, we're goin' to hell! Here we see the of creation Writing in slime. sweetens our time Here we seek our final
The lies they you Laid the foundation for place The book that sold you Worship this god but do not look at his our keep the tunnels run so deep To our right. We retreat from this fight And enter now the of the dead
Toll the bell! going to hell! Here we seek the of creation wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the final
Is this what you the sum of your life will 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 for the master, the king of the cruel is the place where it is better to rule
You're heaven but you're not allowed in Your is falling and you never can win The is fixed but there's no one to blame Heaven and They are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all your hope, ye who enter And you can go to hell!