NORTH OF HELL.
It was your last dance
It was your last chance
but foolish goals to aim
led your soul to Niflheim .
Polar Liliths and molten Mephistos
graves of cold fires and burning snows
Drown in a deep sea of madness
Sulphur and acid, more or less
frozen lips tell no more lies
Betrayals burnt your lovely eyes
Hellcome, my little ghost
Access denied to South of Heaven
you might be a little lost
on the road to North of Hell
Iced earth and barren lands
are now your empire forever
dying embers became black sands
a veil of frost will be your cover
Raging Moloch for a crying wraith
because of her friends loosing faith
A black hole swallowed the sun
funeral at the heart of the winter
In the dark woods no more fun
wolf's moonshine seems bitter
Hellcome, my little ghost
Acess denied to South of Heaven
you might be a little lost
on the road to North of Hell
Thou shall not bite the hands that feed...
Joy and peace of mind was all we need...
