Witchery Purgatory
Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death This ain't no nightmare, it's the afterlife unblessed The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames Engulfed in reeking pain, repent The bottomless pit of hells domain A swarming mass of bodies slain I feel the flames so near I welcome the pain that rages here I have nothing to fear Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end Engulfed in reeking pain, repent The bottomless pit of hells domain Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work this ain't no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn the winds of redemption, the army of the damned hells burning landscape, from this day to the end
