The Dead Sing

listen to the song which we sing you mortal fools

it is a song of vengeance filled with hate

for the fury and flame of hell is burning

burning your soul, binding your fate

we will take what we need, there is no egress

we will sate our desires on all that is left

since the dawn of time evil has lived and dwelled

walking the shadows between the worlds

searing the flesh

tearing the spirit

scorched beyond existence

burnt to ashes

the skies turned to fire

all perished in flame

boiling the blood

igniting the soul

as dreams are scattered, who's next for the pyre?

whose essence is condemned to the fire?

we need your soul to set us free

the hundreth soul, corrupt and guilty

poisoned souls trapped in the dark with no hope of salvation

await the eve of destruction, to cross to your dimension

all the denizens of hell will journey from that world

to visit pain and darkness upon every man and child

the sentence is death, and pain you'll not escape

struggle for breath in vain your nemesis is shaped

what a miserable way to die!

skin stripped from flesh

your lifeless body cast

into nothingness

spectres are hunting, for mortal life

all your souls will be devoured!

vengeance is completed by the torments of hell

even the dead shall shred tears of fear

hatred is satiated by the lost souls that fell

even the dead cry for help; cry for help!