Shrine Of Malice Death Hunt
Sent straight to Hell
Enter the gates and march forth to Malignance
Marked with death
The Stairwell descends deeper into your grave
Hate runs this world
Nothing left for you
Nothing left sacred
Jagged teeth embed in the flesh
Mangled fingers attempt to pry off the maws
Torn to shreds by claws
Their lost screams will never escape
Bring them close to death
Drag them further down
Burn out the sun
The wretched will know of suffering
The gates open
Swinging forth the night
Stalking those left alive
Beelzebub draws out the soul
Satan pulls the light from the eyes
Astaroth decays the body to blight
Demons walk among us
They are merciless
No forgiveness
May the blessed be cursed dead
Hate runs this world
Shrouded figures hunt for the remaining survivors
Bring upon the end of man with ravenous carnage
Indulge in gluttony as the former masters weep
Closing the chapter on this vacuous race
Shut the door in their face
None shall escape this place
“I am the pestilence that dwells inside all of you
Welcome to my realm, this is the Death Hunt.”
Hell
Cracks covering the earth boil and spew sulfur from within its core
Engorging the world in a sea of corpses
Haunt the living with memories of their dead families
Vile and putrid
The breathe of death hunts
Festering wounds spread and tarnish the ground we walk
Vile and putrid
The stench of death hunts
Walking among the broken soil plagued by pestilence
Submerged into godless times
The light abandons us all
We walk among the dead
Brothers leave us and we all perish