Hellforge

Heat is consuming the souls
Fire is blowing the coals
The ovens heat the cold steel
Hell's blacksmith is making the seals…

Under his wicked withering look
creates he the unforgiving hook
the mighty weapon that makes them yell
grabbing the sinners' souls and bring them hell

The heavy hammer is smashing down
the heated iron, bending it by its own
weight and the sound of the screaming metal chains
blends with the tortured souls shrieking from pain

The molten metal is poured down their dry throats,
to burn out the sinners filthy thoughts
The salvations lays down in the paths
that follow along the black abyss…

Mangled are the souls, whipped out
the embodyment of filth is ripped out
After spending eternity in the fiery fields
they still yearn to do their sinful deeds…

But the will of the blacksmith is being told -
"The one who wields this weapon, he holds
the true power over thoughts through pain"
He crushes down their will and makes them insane...

The blacksmith is working every day and night
No one is spared and no one fights
when truth is gone, and wicked mind
makes them play the seek and find.

Fire has blown the coals to ashes
Heat consumed the souls to dust
The ovens heat the cold steel
Hellforge created the seals of the damned...