Void of light
Apocalypse
Anti-Christ
So blasphemous
We could have it all
Or dwell in eternal darkness
An open wound will never heal
And suffering is the only real consciousness
Wilted in the rotting flesh
A seed is sown in the putrid decay
A glimmer of hope in the face of death
Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
Live or die
Live or die
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
Void of light
Apocalypse
Anti-Christ
So blasphemous
We could have it all
Or dwell in eternal darkness
An open wound will never heal
And suffering is the only real consciousness
Hell wasn't made for us
Hell wasn't made for us
Hell wasn't made for us
Don't give in to the wicked son
Hell wasn't made for us
Don't give in to the wicked son
We hold the key to the door of life
An open passage we have yet to see
A glimmer of hope in the face of death
Lying dormant in a grave for eternity
Live or die
Live or die
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
Apocalypse
Anti-Christ
So blasphemous
We could have it all
Or dwell in eternal darkness
An open wound will never heal
And suffering is the only real consciousness
Wilted in the rotting flesh
A seed is sown in the putrid decay
A glimmer of hope in the face of death
Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
Live or die
Live or die
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
Void of light
Apocalypse
Anti-Christ
So blasphemous
We could have it all
Or dwell in eternal darkness
An open wound will never heal
And suffering is the only real consciousness
Hell wasn't made for us
Hell wasn't made for us
Hell wasn't made for us
Don't give in to the wicked son
Hell wasn't made for us
Don't give in to the wicked son
We hold the key to the door of life
An open passage we have yet to see
A glimmer of hope in the face of death
Lying dormant in a grave for eternity
Live or die
Live or die
In the end the body will rot
But we are given the choice to decide
Hell wasn't made for us
Born with the choice live or die
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