Come,take my hand!
Take a deep breath…
You’re about to find

How hell looks like
But first I shall
Give you a warn

It´s not that far
Can you feel it within?
On the blackest heart

The filthiest stare
The greediest mind
On a holy pale cloak

Babylon, you are servants of the Sultan´s fane
Run away! Your mind starts to fade - Decay
March on! You are Lambs on the slaughterhouse
To the abyss of the weak

Serpent´ Speech echoes
At the golden dawn
Blinding words leads
nations to it´s bane

Scum, filthy liars
Pledging your preys to the
Sacred heaven pot

Hell, Do you feel it now?
Dante´s Masterpiece
closer than you think

Wake, From the taintless rest
Demons wear silk
Screaming bible versicles

Babylon, you are servants of the Sultan´s fane
Run away - Your mind starts to fade - decay
March on! You are Lambs on the slaughterhouse
To the abyss of the weak