The Fires of Sheol - Hanging Garden

We roam towards the downfall in fear

Enchained in punishment

Crying for deliverance

We who are the ones to blame

Unsound minds raising Cains

Evoking, the mans ruin

We gave birth for the plague

Futile souls born in vain

Fever’s rising under the blaze

Desecration turns a new page

In pyres we’ll evanish as the passage terminates in Eden, turned into a grave

Decline will be cleansed tonight

Burn with me above this tomb

Let the tire erase all the gloom

This paradise will never rise or thrive

Black glints horizon, dark falls the sky

The gates of light forever barred

All life crushed and discarded

Thousand years of decline will be cleansed tonight

Burn with me above this tomb

Let the fire erase all the gloom

Thousand years of decline fades out in flames tonight we all burn in the fires

of Sheol