Burning flesh
Smells like death and brimstone
Holocaust quest
Covered in filth and headless torsos
Your last breath
After that you shall be repaid
Innocent death
Theres no such thing that you can count on

Gehenna

Death of the flesh
Torment of the mind and desires of the carnal
Take pain instead
One day you could feel what it is to be immortal
Theres no escape
Why would you wanna run when youre your own god
Youve lost your faith
Theres no such thing that you can count on

Gehenna

No time to cry cause your days are going
By after that Gehenna waits
Torment goes on and your tears turn to blood
And the darklord laughs in vain

Gehenna

Burning flesh
Smells like death and brimstone
Holocaust quest
Covered in filth and headless torsos
Your last breath
After that you shall be repaid
Innocent death
Theres no such thing that you can count on