Blistered by the great inferno
The purest tempest of evil
Scorched in a sulphurous torrent
Of demonry and desolation
Weep not for the righteous flesh
Scalded by the brimstone hail
Mourn not for the angel pure
Scalded by the brimstone hail
We seek the cursed city
Guarded by the angels fallen
A bastion of the wicked
Where the tombs of heretics burn
To stand at the chasm's edge
And witness the rains of perdition
Here begin all prayers of the damned
Here lead all paths to the devil
Weep not for the righteous flesh
Scalded by the brimstone hail
Mourn not for the angel pure
Scalded by the brimstone hail
Here all paths lead to the devil
