The gates are black and covered in thorns.
Beyond those gates hell is reborn...

Fires rising ashes raining.
The ground is buring the skies are blazing...

Through hell's gates the Devil awaits.
To collect more souls and gain his power...

The day was clear no clouds in the sky.
The winds pick up and people wonder why...

Death is dark with a cloak of black.
With icy breathe going down your back...

The gates are black and covered in thorns.
Beyond those gates hell is reborn...