Sheol

I see faces of grief
Vacantly they stare into
The endless nothingness of entity
Mindless servants on a string
Succeeding master’s commands
Treading a path to false purity

Aimless, I walk through this hell
Haunted, I will not survive
Baptized, in blood I’ll drown
Sheol, I will gather your grace

Murder! Slay them down!
My thirst for blood, unbound
Satan’s words will guide me
Through this endless shame

Behold! Feel the scythe!
Infested blood will tide
Etching through the ground
To the promenades of hell

Aimless, I walk through this hell
Haunted, I will not survive

Satan!
Shatter my soul!
With endless hate within
I deserve Sheol