Phlegeton

Endless Demise They sound the bell For an age of pain Mass graves are what remain Hell Burns this realm Embraced by torment Swallowed whole A joy to behold What is left behind Devoured By hellish hounds Trauma and burned ashes Nothing but vermin Reigning over ruins Crucified across The dawn horizon Martyrs burned alive Defiled for our worship Watch as they open their mouth Take the mortal shell To darkness Passing through the flaming gates Releasing souls From molten skin Piss on your cross Pray To your precious god He Wont help you now No one will We drink your Blood Killing your priests Sacrilegious deeds We piss on your cross Guts Internal bleeding Dying Skin them alive We piss on your cross