Whenever I’m in town you’ll have to face the devil
Slaughtering my way, the path to eternal sin
Hell is here, the king is born, bow to worship him
You’ll see the pentagram and it’s fire burning
The return to dust of all you love and know
Hell is open, wolves are howling to the sky
The creation of the possessed
And the persistence of evil
The creation of the possessed
A final war inside of us
The creation of the possessed
The seed of hate was spread
Hell is open
with the creation of the possessed
Back to the roots of satanic rites of darkness
The flames of hell, are burning higher than before
Devillust, Procreation of the damned
With skulls and bones a frame built out of ashes
Between the horns, you can see the devil’s eye
Decaying corpses, the stench of death in your face