Behold the unholy pit of doom and despair I've spoken of before
Sunken hollow filled up with bones and souls and spirits you know too well
Atrocities piled like fallen leaves of a bitter autumn evening
Runs cold, the blood of the ancient beast who's dwelled here for millennium
Runs cold the blood
Runs cold the blood of thee
Who enters here
So you've seen what it's like in hell now do you wish to remain in here?
The fire seeking to burn you from the scrolls of eternity
Transgressions coming back to haunt you have beaten you to a pulp
Elevation is no option because of the taking you've done
Runs cold the blood
Runs cold the blood of thee
Who enters here