From my reign
Never free
Not even death can save you from me
You will burn
Sufferer to be
Not even death can save you from me
The last bastion of light
Withers before the outposts of hell
Amidst the countless souls lost
Fiendish vessels confine archangels
Awaits the perdition forge
Your bones will be used for vile munitions
The river of flame boils your flesh
As you approach the terror fortress
From my reign
Never free
Not even death can save you from me
You will burn
Sufferer to be
No not even death can save you from me
Harrowingly the seals unfurled
As legions of loathing spawn shall infiltrate
Hadriel's bid at admonition
Attempted in vain, demise lies in wait
Tempests discharge of flame and thunder
Brimstone ruptures whence a glutinous stride
Even if bested by rivals victorious
Rue their days weary, besieged by my curse
Not even death can save you from me