Hear how the beginning of the end growls violently down below They stand viciously against the world born from the witches cauldron Hellhounds on their trail, firestorm as the guiding star Their motto shouted lour and clear, to live is to die For those who serve the burning pyre With a desire to worship the essence of vile Servants of the old gods, of an empire long gone For those who serve the burning pyre With a desire to worship the essence of filthy, vile A final journey to the kingdom of the damned I've been searching for a purpose in life And now it's clear to me that I must end my life To see beyond the borders of this darkened dream Which was clouded by the bleeding moon I give it all to the great below My heart and soul in pursuit for the great below Ready to commit with the ancient dagger Right in the heart shall I stab The path to infinite darkness lies in my hands The hours passes and the mist grows stronger I must admit that it feels right Soon to transcend into obscurity, to unknown grounds I will stand before a trial of fire I will pass the final test. I let the hand of the wicked enlighten me The witch laughs and grants me the poison Seducing my will and mind I fall in trance, into an endless ocean there's no turning back