Into the Desolate Halls of Death
Die Hard Cold heart stone pestilent bone
Blessed be the goat blood shall float
Upon the altar in the chapel of death
Coffins ridden with disease
Hearts of darkness entwine
In obscurity among the dead
We lay our souls to rest in fire
Black shining leather and steel
At the seventh gate of hell we kneel
Nocturnal ritual under a spell
Open the gates and burn us in hell
Heaven we loathe, we worship the goat
Brimstone and leather burns as we walk
Into the desolate halls of death