Reaper

Hidden beneath unholy soil*
Chained to the grave and rotting
Morbid spells and evil blood
Cold soul, evil desire

Ancient witchcraft haunts the night
Distorted death mask, funeral grin
Deep beneath, the pulse of Hell
Old soul, into the fire

Suffocating in Hells Fire
Embraced by fire and flame
I thrive in the necrovoid
I revel in the pain!

Until we meet again...