The Bestial Abyss

Oh, the hellish winds of war! The ropes come off at The sound of the predators roar Cries at the gates of hell To the chime of the funeral bell The fallen fly in hallucinating rage Breaking the grid of the cage From the depths of the tombs The whispering doom Blood running cold The beat of the animal heart Thunders below Through the cold and the darkness Through mud and through haze On broken wings of destiny Towards the end of days From the dark of the womb Emerges the ghoul Under the hide of sheep The lurking evil sleeps Aroused by his dreadful kiss At the call of the bestial abyss Storms in the kingdom of the dead Unspeakable torment ahead Sounding the underworld knell Gospels from the caves and The high parapets of hell From the depths of the tomb Emerges the ghoul