Wizard Lost Souls
Streets of the undead cross
The streets of the living
Death and destruction is all they are giving
Hordes of evil on their march of pain
Let the fire of destruction rain
Burning heat will reach you
kneel down for the lord
He will laugh and torture you
Lost souls on their way on the river
of death they sail
Lost souls in hell on their aim is torture and pain
Eternal torture is the price for all the
things you've done
The brain and heart is screaming
There is no way to run
Look in your hellfire pain waits for you
Hear the laughing of demons you must be their guest
