Sigh The Dead Sing
listen to the song which we sing you mortal fools it is a song of vengeance filled with hate for the fury and flame of hell is burning burning your soul, binding your fate we will take what we need, there is no egress we will sate our desires on all that is left since the dawn of time evil has lived and dwelled walking the shadows between the worlds searing the flesh tearing the spirit scorched beyond existence burnt to ashes the skies turned to fire all perished in flame boiling the blood igniting the soul as dreams are scattered, who's next for the pyre? whose essence is condemned to the fire? we need your soul to set us free the hundreth soul, corrupt and guilty poisoned souls trapped in the dark with no hope of salvation await the eve of destruction, to cross to your dimension all the denizens of hell will journey from that world to visit pain and darkness upon every man and child the sentence is death, and pain you'll not escape struggle for breath in vain your nemesis is shaped what a miserable way to die! skin stripped from flesh your lifeless body cast into nothingness spectres are hunting, for mortal life all your souls will be devoured! vengeance is completed by the torments of hell even the dead shall shred tears of fear hatred is satiated by the lost souls that fell even the dead cry for help; cry for help!
