The Decent of Hell

by David   Nov 9, 2006


Armies of the pits of hell
rise too conquer kill, ascend
fire from the seas of death
for your nightmare is now here

murdered victims on the shores of hell
these frozen pits where Satan fell
he hold your soul in the pentagram
trapping you from the bleeding lamb

take your path of no return
look and see what you have earned
demons crying out to you
your torment will now ensue

bloody corpses of the grave
zombies screaming for what they crave
darkened soul of satins mass
he holds your soul you will not pass

the master of deception laughs
for his legions rise the darkened crafts
the wretched reaper awaits your fate
bide your time for he cannot wait

armies of the pits of hell
rise too conquer kill, ascend
fire from the seas of death
for your nightmare is now here

search the sacred circles of hell
watch the blankets of fire and ice
descending threw layers of fire and ice
look twords the heavens the MORNING STAR AWAITS

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