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where spirits dwell, wainting to be forgotten

hidden beneath the depths of the earth

pay the man to croos the river of hate

or be forever stuck between two world

once inside there is no way back

the vicious hellhound will never, never let you pass

this is the plage ruled by the god of darkness

trying to colllect all the living souls

tormentor of the dead, he never stops

he preys on the weakness of flesh

the beauty of life an never balance the price of death

in this useless ternity you will remains,

as far as your eyes can see, dead souls wander

in this pointless infinity you will remain

for as long as the night shall be

try to run try to hide

nowe shall live, all must die