Void of Light. Apocalypse. Anti Christ. So blasphemous.
We could have it all or dwell in eternal darkness.
An open wound will never heal. Suffering is the only real conscious.
Wilted in the rotting flesh, a seed is sown in the putrid decay.
A glimmer of hope in the face of death, lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Live or Die. Live or Die.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Void of Light. Apocalypse. Anti Christ. So blasphemous.
We could have it all or dwell in eternal darkness.
An open wound will never heal. Suffering is the only real conscious.
Hell wasn't made for us. Hell wasn't made for us.
Hell wasn't made for us. Don't give in to the wicked son.
Hell wasn't made for us. Don't give in to the malicious ones.
Wilted in the rotting flesh, a seed is sown in the putrid decay.
A glimmer of hope in the face of death, lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Live or Die. Live or Die.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
We could have it all or dwell in eternal darkness.
An open wound will never heal. Suffering is the only real conscious.
Wilted in the rotting flesh, a seed is sown in the putrid decay.
A glimmer of hope in the face of death, lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Live or Die. Live or Die.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Void of Light. Apocalypse. Anti Christ. So blasphemous.
We could have it all or dwell in eternal darkness.
An open wound will never heal. Suffering is the only real conscious.
Hell wasn't made for us. Hell wasn't made for us.
Hell wasn't made for us. Don't give in to the wicked son.
Hell wasn't made for us. Don't give in to the malicious ones.
Wilted in the rotting flesh, a seed is sown in the putrid decay.
A glimmer of hope in the face of death, lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.
Live or Die. Live or Die.
In the end the body will rot, but we are given the choice to decide.
Hell wasn't made for us. Born with the choice Live or Die.