Lyric Context Universe
lord
i'd follow you into the depths of hell
if you did ask me to
lord
i'd follow you into the depths of hell
if you did ask me to
sulphur smell
the home of evil in the depths of hell
cauldrons a-boil with blood and bone
sulphur smell
the home of evil in the depths of hell
cauldrons a-boil with blood and bone
it's time to get it back
we've crawled up from the depths of hell before
now we're on the so called right track"
it's time to get it back
we've crawled up from the depths of hell before
now we're on the so called right track"
to the beast
from the depths of hell
to the heaven's sun
to the beast
from the depths of hell
to the heaven's sun
they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above
the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse?
fuck armageddon
they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above
the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse?
fuck armageddon
you are the wasteful
don t scream my name from the depths of hell
your cries shall be ignored!
you are the wasteful
don t scream my name from the depths of hell
your cries shall be ignored!
it sickens me! i stay silenced no more. a despised savior-despise only me. you try and try to obliterate my fathers name
it sickens me! i stay silences no more. send me to the depths of hell
and ill bring back risen souls. despise our savior-just remember
it sickens me! i stay silenced no more. a despised savior-despise only me. you try and try to obliterate my fathers name
it sickens me! i stay silences no more. send me to the depths of hell
and ill bring back risen souls. despise our savior-just remember
the bodies are still stacking up. so i've clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which i lust from the deadman's bank and trust
to the depths of hell or bust. the blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails
it's but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails. come dance with me
the bodies are still stacking up. so i've clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which i lust from the deadman's bank and trust
to the depths of hell or bust. the blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails
it's but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails. come dance with me