Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home to Hell, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 20.03.2020
Song language: English
Home to Hell |
Penance left unpaid |
Before thee manifests |
And empty lies a grave |
For he who never rests |
Tempering his blade |
We kneel at his behest |
As the sky grows ever sullen |
With a culling are we blessed |
Hahahaha… They say God rested on the seventh day… |
You know what he really did? |
He created Hell… |
«Let there be light», what a dumb quote |
Thinkin' of puttin' up a fight? |
Just don’t |
I’ll hold an audition for my next victim |
But careful 'cuz the competition is cutthroat |
You got a neck that I wanna get my mitts on |
Spin your head around as if it was a twist-off |
You oughtta worship the soil that I piss on |
Let alone the ground I left my footprints on |
I came to raze hell, and leave it laid to waste |
You’re overdue for it Lucifer, you ain’t savin' face |
I’m a one-man show, but if I started a band |
You bet your ass that I’m makin' Satan play the bass |
I’ll ignore every single borin' divine thing |
Rip-roarin' like I’m Mick Gordon on a nine-string |
Totally unholy, and impure — diseased |
With demons that wanna lock me down in quarantine |
'Cuz I’m their cleanser, offender of sins unimagined |
I entered their kingdom, when I left it was ravaged |
And yet they’re lookin' up to me like a false idol |
Shotgun on my side is my Bible |
The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home |
(Fall from grace, weary angel) |
Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken |
(Spare your faith, shed your halo) |
I may detest decadence, but check my merch |
Purely cosmetic, yet I’m so sexy that it hurts |
Even if you demons are atheist, let me spit a verse |
Then I’ll make you believe in me, and after you’ll head to church |
Satan, sorry, you’ve been laid off |
Get to workin' on your resume |
As I’m revvin' up my chainsaw |
You know Hell has definitely seen better days |
Forget heaven, let me revel with rebels |
But I never been one to meddle with devils |
That was a lie, and you’ll find no better example |
Than the plentiful Argent energy that I have embezzled |
As I descend the depths, all that’s left behind me is leveled |
I’m spreadin' like a sickness, your impish blood is my vessel |
I’ll get from zero to a hundred when I step on the pedal |
And then I’m grapplin' upward, and at the top will I settle |
And if you sing my praises, make it a song that is metal |
You’ll only touch my blade when into your neck is it nestled |
'Cuz I am entropy personified, Sentinel-qualified |
Hell-Raisin', bell-ringin', Doom Slayer — bonafide |
The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home |
(Fall from grace, weary angel) |
Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken |
(Spare your faith, shed your halo) |
The Bible tells such lies — the bells are tollin' |
(Keepin' demons abound) |
And where embers dwell, remember well to stoke them |
(You've found a home in Hell) |
In your Eternal glory |
You fester with a fearsome infection |
Even a heart so pure, distorted |
By the violence behind good intentions |
The gods and devils have all heard the story |
Of the one who will cross the dimensions |
Through Heaven and Hell, and worlds of purgatory |
You burn with unholy ascension |
Now that the gates of Hell are unlocked |
Magazines are fully loaded, guns cocked |
They told me I’d be king when Hell froze over |
So did anybody notice that the temp just dropped? |
I am your nightmare, I am infernal |
I’ll strike fear in you, 'cuz fear is universal |
I’m an amalgamation of Hell’s nine circles |
I am your Doom, I am Eternal |
The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home |
(Fall from grace, weary angel) |
Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken |
(Spare your faith, shed your halo) |
The Bible tells such lies — the bells are tollin' |
(Keepin' demons abound) |
And where embers dwell, remember well to stoke them |
(Now that you’ve found a home in Hell) |
(I'm headed home to Hell) |