Snips and snails and sand pails...
Demise of lies before your eyes.
Skulls and tombs and catacombs...
Lost in transition, keep my eye on the mission.
Creatures stray in search of prey...
Flesh is torn and death is born.
Hate the fate, disintigrate...
Die by the hand of God's command.
Gates appear, arises fear...
Welcome to Hell. Now run like it.
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