Placed in a large iron hop hinged in two halves hands bound behind the back Forced to kneel on the lower half with the executioner straddling the victim
It's time to take your last walk in this world before your journey begins underground. Not before we torment you from your cell, straight to hell! With
So inaccessable. Who blew the torch out? Who blew the torch out? The young man cast adrift across the lit ocean to see the one he loved. And so it was
, thoughts from which I hide The fear within this shell that I call my soul reflects the darkness This pit of agony into which I have been cast by
darkness Waking to fulfill true destiny To destroy all that is holy Smashin the sky Splitting wide the starvault Forward into battle To conquer the
we've ever been part of They just robbed it Unguarded, tormented and tortured and got nothing but scars and grey hairs to show for it Fuck that, every stone that's ever been cast
for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been
hang above your head, Accused of witchcraft, for making metal It's time to burn, Hell on Earth, a second birth An Age of pain. Lapsing into time, gazing
Cast into this outer dark Blighted wasteland grey and stark Cowering under this black sun Shelterless, nowhere to run Exiles from the light Left out
feel your soul Depart from this world Prepare for a journey To regions of the unknown Your life has now ended You fear the conclusion Cast into the
haunts me Poisoned by the silence you bring Cast me into your inexhaustible well of suffering As I fall asleep, a delightful deathlike sleep I dive into
in darkness Please, reach the light again with me I was lost in my own dimension And even if I tried to awake, I would never escape. Into my illusions
used to turn all of those unwilling to join Evilsyde into statues of stone and send their spirits to Otherworld, where they would eventually be assimilated into
splendor spread their limbs The massmessiah draws fires from ruptures aloft Sweeping light away-into the scythed abyss Obeseing heavens-torment the unlit
lust of death. Blood falls from the sky. = My staff held high. Capting energy from reality. = Breaking the flow time. Torment the spirit cry. = Lost into
of death. Blood falls from the sky. My staff held high. Capting energy from reality. Breaking the flow time. Torment the spirit cry. Lost into the agonizing
the Bodies of Mine Enemies and the Members of the Dead Who Hath been Turned Upside Down. Scatter in Pieces Their Shades. They Shall be Cast Down Headlong into
