Flames (Made in Hell) Lyrics


You fucking creep, you jackass

Asshole don't you mess around with me

The spearing of the trident

Illumination of the fire

The growing power reflecting

From the darkest depths of hell

The vision you have every day

Your nightmare every night

The dark deep throat you're slipping in

The pain in your mind

Don't you hear creep

Don't you know what I mean

The dead end way you're running on

To finally meet the hearse

You know you're running hopelessly

You can't escape the flames

So when you're finally exhausted

And your sweat is running cold

You realize at last

That you have grown too old

Into my torture chamber

I invite you all