The halls of our rock with 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, we're to hell! we seek the fruit of creation. Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our Here we seek the final Go to hell!
I'm to the promised land boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims travel below And seek the finest filth that hell can
A realm of madness, the of queens A realization, the crushing of The worm-gnawed fruit of all your pretty heaven and hell all is not what it seems
From what I've heard it's a cool place A sea of urine rats eat your face A like me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I a vacation
gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're to hell! we see the fruit of creation Writing in slime. sweetens our time Here we our final salvation
The lies told you Laid the foundation for place The book that sold you this god but do not look at his face Beneath our the tunnels run so deep To our right. We retreat from this fight And enter now the of the dead
Toll the bell! We're to hell! Here we seek the of creation wine. It sweetens our time Here we seek the final
Is what you fear? That the sum of life 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 king of the 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 fixed but no one to blame and hell? They are one in the same
All abandon... Abandon all your hope, ye who enter And you can go to hell!