The stench of decay, fills the air
As we march along the rivers of despair
Bodies piled high, a gruesome sight
Screams of torment, echoing through the night
Behold the river of corpses
A sea of death, our souls are forfeit
Marching towards the gates of Hell
Where the darkness forever dwells
Blood-soaked earth, beneath our feet
As we wade through the filth and defeat
The fallen skulls, cracked and broken
Voices of the damned, a chilling token
In this wasteland of despair
We march on without a care
Our hearts blackened, our minds numb
In this hellish landscape, we succumb
Behold the river of corpses
A sea of death, our souls are forfeit
Marching towards the gates of Hell
Where the darkness forever dwells
As the flames rise high, we stand defiant
In the face of death, we remain resilient
Behold the river of corpses, our final resting place
In this world of chaos, only death we embrace