Hear how the beginning of the end growls violently down below
They stand viciously against the world born from the witches cauldron
Hellhounds on their trail, firestorm as the guiding star
Their motto shouted lour and clear, to live is to die
For those who serve the burning pyre
With a desire to worship the essence of vile
Servants of the old gods, of an empire long gone
For those who serve the burning pyre
With a desire to worship the essence of filthy, vile
A final journey to the kingdom of the damned
I've been searching for a purpose in life
And now it's clear to me that I must end my life
To see beyond the borders of this darkened dream
Which was clouded by the bleeding moon
I give it all to the great below
My heart and soul in pursuit for the great below
Ready to commit with the ancient dagger
Right in the heart shall I stab
The path to infinite darkness lies in my hands
The hours passes and the mist grows stronger
I must admit that it feels right
Soon to transcend into obscurity, to unknown grounds
I will stand before a trial of fire
I will pass the final test. I let the hand of the wicked enlighten me
The witch laughs and grants me the poison
Seducing my will and mind
I fall in trance, into an endless ocean there's no turning back
