For centuries my line has carried on the quest
To seek the devil and lay his wicked soul to rest
Up in his castle, with a curse upon his breath
He will die tonight, I'll celebrate his wicked d**h
At the entrance, a terrifying gloom
Air so foul, reeks of doom
Cloud of vermin, now gnawing at my skin
Shrouded in darkness, an abyss of sin
Holy orders bind me, shielding from those within
Disturbance inevitable, their voices in my head
Fingers claw my flesh, awaken the rotting dead
Descending into the vile crypt
Putrid abominations, limb from limb are ripped
Blood is flowing, crossing a sickening lake of slime
Covered in gore, a distant church bell chimes
The sounding of wolves beckons me toward my fate
Grandfather's map leads me to this place
Antechamber strewn with bones of heroes
Tonight I'll end this curse at last
Erupting thunder
Our battle unfolds
Holy relics shine
The final bell now tolls
Promising weatlh and power
You'll die on your knees
I'll rid the world of your disease
Shrouded in darkness
An abyss of fire
Overflowing army, a twisted ma** of flesh
This place, the embodiment of unrest