The Howling Hell draws near

It can smell your fear

Like a moth to flame

You spoke the nameless name

The light within your eyes

Suffocates and dies

You stare into the black

And hell stares back at you

The Howling Hell is near

Your soul begins to tear

In vain you try to pray

Your mouth filled with decay

Your color starts to drain

Blood frozen in your veins

You stare into the black

And hell stares back at you

The Howling Hell is here

The end is near

Know that there will be no

Mercy on your soul

The mouth of hell agape

Unfurl the funeral drape

You stare into the black

And hell stares back at you