| Cycles of livid death in the shallows of the stygian marsh
|
| Toiling with dying breath true horrors of the trapped souls
|
| Below that of a seething cauldron
|
| Drowning beneath, bereft and sullen
|
| Never to breach the surface forever to suffer
|
| Tides of murk churn
|
| Somatic beings of wrath flail
|
| Striking one another, violently surging forth as one
|
| True human form be it vile
|
| The aversive hostiles look on to me
|
| Resentment an ebb from thine eyes
|
| Blessed be the womb that bore thee
|
| In weeping and grieving may you long remain
|
| Blessed be the womb that bore thee
|
| Accursed spirits may your plights be in vain
|
| Shackled to the depths and the violence you crave
|
| City of dis, demise
|
| We enter secure in our cause
|
| Barriers jut from the murk
|
| The mire with red embers smolder
|
| Forming lit towers that scrape the sky
|
| Endless are fields with tombs ablaze
|
| Everlasting in eternal flame
|
| Heretics of heaven, blasphemers of god confined
|
| All give out a low moaning wail
|
| Crestfallen to the bed of thy flame
|
| Those who hath fallen from heaven await
|
| The guardians of dis
|
| Deny entrance through the city
|
| Forewarns of death, to never leave from this fallen estate
|
| A thousand serpent furies defend at the gates
|
| Infernal demons refined
|
| From flesh to mist with sword and fist
|
| An effortless subsequent
|
| Storm of the city of dis
|
| The guardians stood in his way
|
| Every one of them stood to be slain
|
| While crushing their bones into dust
|
| Those that remain will cower in vain
|
| All of the guardians stood in his way
|
| Every one of them stood to be slain
|
| The only true god a warrior trusts
|
| Stains on his blade the color of rust
|
| The harbingers of death
|
| Chant for dying breath
|
| The enraged and drowning sullen
|
| Soak in the remains
|
| Of the guardians who’ve fallen |