Through hell's gates the Devil awaits.
To collect more souls and gain his power.
The stronger he gets the bad devours.
Over good more evil the light grows dim.
The fires arise and through them come sin.
Ashes from souls darken the sky.
They block out the sun and people ask why.
The smell of of blood is in the air.
The ground is red and hot with fear.
With a hint of flesh drawing near.
Demons roar for the amount of sin.
With swords they cut the heart within.
Day and night doesn't matter.
The darkness will rule forever.
