Sheol کے بول

I see faces of grief Vacantly they stare into The endless nothingness of entity Mindless servants on a string Succeeding master's commands Treading a path to false purity Aimless, I walk through this hell Haunted, I will not survive Baptized, in blood I'll drown Sheol, I will gather your grace Murder! Slay them down! My thirst for blood, unbound Satan's words will guide me Through this endless shame Behold! Feel the scythe! Infested blood will tide Etching through the ground To the promenades of hell Aimless, I walk through this hell Haunted, I will not survive Satan! Shatter my soul! With endless hate within I deserve Sheol