Last Day in Hell

All you whores and heretics

All you murderers and thieves

Can you believe it’s finally here?

A day we couldn’t conceive

The gates are wrought in iron

They’re drawn by tethers of flesh

But still hope begins to shine

On the darkest day of rest

Battle horns sound in the mountains

Drum’s toll underneath

And heaven’s mighty angels

Come to the world beneath

Let’s give them a fight to remember

Even as they drive us from existence

For this was our land once

The land of sin’s resistance

Our devil king rouses us

For our blasphemed last stand

And despite all our fury

We fall, dead,

To the last man