The Seventh Circle Lyrics

This is the price

Of which waivers a soul

An undead army

Doomed to wage an endless war

My passions summoned from a place of torment

My horns rose in a cruel curve

Soon to become

The abomination I have only wished for

Leading an army

As this curse it flows

Now see the power

Inflicted by fear

A hatred harboured

From the depths of hell

A cloak stained red

A stature so bold

This cauldron boils

Full of souls of triumphed fools

Bending no knee

Going straight for the throat

On his face wearing

A human fucking skull

It will be no effort

Mutilating while making

Corpse after corpse

It is a pleasure for which I've

Sacrificed now known as this

Monstrosity

The question of what I have become

Will never be clear

Hands stained red

Scorching eyes

Full of hate

There is no rest living for death

Now I live

And I breath for breaking necks

Don't be next I am running

Short on sympathy

This is the price at which waivers a soul

To commit acts of cruelty and malice

Unholy but human form

Bearing only the coldest

Demeanour

Acts of deceit and chaos

No place could be so vile

Than being another

On the pile of

Rotten flesh turning to sludge