Bones, blood, and flesh infest the ground
Inside the caverns of displeasure
The only sounds are the cries of the undead
Inside the stench is putrid
Above winged demons guard the gates with vengeance
These incarnate of hell wait to feast on your soul
And with venomous hate they will slaughter the lamb
Now it is apparent hell is for real
All father's lies can not be kept anymore
He can no longer hide behind his cross
With his mother, the whore, they both endure the same fate as their herd
Constant pain and torture until your soul is mine
These incarnate of hell wait to feast on your soul
And with venomous hate they will slaughter the lamb
