Burning fire The punishment The devils laugh Screaming sinners Eternal pain The simmering flesh And humankind We reap what's sown The endless fear It grips our hearts Let it begin The torturing The conquest, war The death, famine They wait here for Apocalypse Tied to a wheel By demon's hands The hellish face Twisted in rage The claws, they tear They scratch the bones The gush of blood On horned head They live only For torturing Dwellers of hell Lucifer's kin Satanic scum Bastards of hell Their only goal To spill the blood A devil or a human There isn't any difference Hell and Earth are the same The Satan rules our hearts Since our birth until the end of time A devil or a human There isn't any difference Hell and Earth are the same The Satan rules our hearts Or that's what we think All that is about Is just how wrong we are With blinded, covered eyes We walk obediently after whoever claims the leadership No matter where led to we go without a protest for slaughtering We still naively think that it’s not the worst place for us to be And one has to wonder if it's not a wrong perception of hell Tied to a wheel By people's hands The human face Twisted in rage Fingers, they tear They scratch the bones The gush of blood On covered head They live only For torturing Dwellers of world The Adam's kin The human scum Bastards of Earth Their only goal To spill the blood A human head And demon face They are the same We live in hell It's our fault Due to our ways Envy, greed, lust That guide our lives Wrath, sloth and pride And gluttony The seven sins Dogma of hell We follow it Relentlessly Making our home Most hellish place A devil or a human There isn't any difference Hell and Earth are the same The Satan rules our hearts Since our birth until the end of time A devil or a human There isn't any difference Hell and Earth are the same The Satan rules our hearts Or that's what we think All that is about Is just how wrong we are With blinded, covered eyes We walk obediently after whoever claims the leadership No matter where led to we go without a protest for slaughtering We still naively think that it’s not the worst place for us to be And one has to wonder if it's not a wrong perception of hell