Into Purgatory - Witchery

Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death

This ain’t no nightmare, it’s the afterlife unblessed

The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains

Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames

Engulfed in reeking pain, repent

The bottomless pit of hells domain

A swarming mass of bodies slain

I feel the flames so near

I welcome the pain that rages here

I have nothing to fear

Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work

Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn

Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned

Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end

Engulfed in reeking pain, repent

The bottomless pit of hells domain

Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work

this ain’t no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn

the winds of redemption, the army of the damned

hells burning landscape, from this day to the end