Meads Of Asphodel Rise In Godless Hell
Awake from death, dry your tears,
Worship me, awake, reborn,
And you cut yourself from another mans god
And rise in godless hell, rise in Godless Hell.
Forget the past for now is death
And the chill of never ending torment.
Leave your grave, time stands still,
Walk with me, unearth, alive,
And you cut your self from another mans god
And rise in godless hell, rise in godless hell.
And the spirits gather at the beclouded abyss,
Where fire drakes are consumed before great descending
columns of fire,
Misshapen souls writhe in the devouring blaze
As the rampant thundering of the serpent harkens the
voice of death,
Great thrashing wings shatter the silence of Erebus
And give rise to the pale stygian east
Who beckons all shadows to rise in Godless Hell, Rise
Godless Hell.