From Hell

Dark Moor

Pure dark badness

A black cold sadness

Falling into

Hole of madness dying to



Step into the city

Breaking out from silence

Iron Gods

Pouring flaming violence



Sirens, don't stop crying

Really crying loud

Murder now

Is allowed



Hissing arrow

Soaked in fire

Wrapped in wire

The souls cry



From hell!

Right from hell!



Crazy driven hordes of brothers

Money given to slay others

Richness striven between smothers

Is paid in blood



Keep on fighting no surrender

Judgement coming no defender

Just believing the pretender

Evil rising into



A spiral of madness

For all will be sentenced

And this way

Justice will take vengeance



Power does conspire

Against innocence

Wrapped in wire

The souls cry



From hell!

Right from hell!