• At the table of hell,
    death awaits.
    Waiting for the time,
    for his every other date.
    The dead can try,
    but they can't hide.
    They can run and run,
    it just gives death his fun.
    He watches with lust in his eyes,
    the fear in the soul of the lost can't be denied.
    But it changes at last,
    forget your past.
    Take his hand,
    for he is to show you a new land.
    A land of peace,
    and prospect.
    A land of love,
    and respect.
    Just take death's hand,
    and go to that land.

    But not is all as it seems,
    this land is evil filled with disease.
    Can you stay alive,
    repent for your soul.
    Just to get out of town hell hole.
    Nothing is here,
    the land is queer.
    Death has tricked you,
    left you to die.
    He watches you with a fire in his eye.
    He disappears into the shadow,
    leaving your breathing shallow.
    The demons follow in hoards,
    with the creaking of floor boards.
    Then it happens,
    the shrapnel tears through.
    You fall behind the figure from the sky,
    the light to bright for your mortal eye.
    Your last breath drawn,
    he takes you away.
    With death's land far behind,
    you are taken to the land beyond.