The sun creeps 'round the pledge of the Earth Fallwind shroud that loses to night Chorus of the demon shrieking venomous verse Damning your soul is a falling delight
The hounds of Hell are howling your name For they've got a bone to pick with you Which is proof of spells with prolific intent While sizing you up for a human stew
We'll reserve the spot at the top of the heat With the patience of Job we've been waiting for you Now two by two marching down to Hell A fiery ark for the human zoo
You'll never guess what pleasures await As you pass your days in the lake of fire You will be said that you want to be Someone nice and hot when you retire
The clock strikes twelve as the spirits awake Plague's unleashed by the Lord of Flies Blade of the reaper draining out your blood Eternity has finally cut you down to size
Some quality time with the unholy helps A chance to reflect on your baleful crimes Pray to the Heavens you're the easygoing souls The tortures that await you are quite sublime