Screams Of The Tormented Damned

Formidably fierce apparitions
Break through darkened realms designed
To ring with the peace of silence
Churning that darkest living realm
Into a roiling sphere where dreams
Become reality that's confined to the
Sphere alone

You know who I am
You know who I am

Lost between the land of wonder and hell itself
Scales that would hinder my vision of the horrors
That await are removed

Now all I see is sheer terror
And all I hear are the screams
Of the tormented damned
Whispers in the corridors of Hell

Helpless... Unable to move
Paralyzed... I can hardly breathe
All the while... a keen sense of the scene
Unfolding... invades my mind
Overwriting all logical thought
Abaddon and Belial are gods here
Demons of the eldest race
And their reign is unconscionably cruel
Yet even they must bow before the presence
Pervading the sulfuric air
The essence of evil itself
The One
There is only One
The Other

This is a dimension made manifest
To only the most vulnerable
Where the accursed languish
In utter torture
Through the limitless volume
Of nothingness I hear Belial say
You know who I am

This is the Prophecy of Chaos
Desire and Despair
Are twin siblings of Dream and Death
Even our best dreams
Are just reflections
Of the forms and echoes
Of the voices of
Desire and Despair

Formidably fierce apparitions
Break through darkened realms designed
To ring with the peace of silence

Screams of the Tormented Damned