Death is the hunter - Breathing down your neck. The Force that will tear - Your forthless life to shreads. The stench of fear upon your dying breath. Charging forth.
It's not over yet - Consuming flames of the faceless one. There's no time to repent - As you bow before the serpent god. There is no turning back - Festering demons to hatred sworn.
A wicked heart prowls through the void. That lives dormant deep inside. In violent rapture now behold. The harvester of souls. At the seven gates the seal is broken.
Into the crypts. The pits of the end. We are thrown towards the black. The earth opens wide for our violent descend. Nightmare visions attack. Tired lives in regression.