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, Toll the bell, we're to hell! we seek the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It our time Here we the final salvation Go to hell!
I'm headed to the promised boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims we'll below And the finest filth that hell can bestow
A realm of madness, the of queens A realization, the of dreams The worm-gnawed fruit of all your pretty Between heaven and hell all is not what it
From what I've heard it's a pretty cool A sea of urine rats eat your face A sadist me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell I need a vacation
We're go to hell! the bell, we're goin' to hell! Here we see the of creation in slime. Blood sweetens our time Here we seek our salvation
The they told you the foundation for this place The book that they you Worship this god but do not at his face Beneath our keep the tunnels run so To reclaim our right. We retreat this fight And enter now the land of the
Toll the bell! going to hell! Here we seek the of creation wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the salvation
Is this you fear? That the sum of your life will leave you Or do you think you die you are done? The of your death has only just begun I'm headed now to join the 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 heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is and you never can win The game is but there's no one to blame Heaven and hell? are one in the same
All abandon... all your hope, ye who enter here And you can go to hell!