Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Christian Death
Abandon all your hope
All who enter here
If your not dead and cold
Then your the enemy
You might think your the first
The First and the Last
You might kneel to the Beast
As it crawls through this world
I feel I'm going down
I feel I'm flying down
Through the ground
Expose them to the light
To see through there disguise
The blood up from your wounds
Where do fiends hide and play
Among them is esteem
To thwart them is to die
There's demons in the house
And their also known as men
I feel I'm going down
I feel I'm flying down
Through the ground
Through the ground
Through the ground
Going down
Going down