Sought out for revenge
For torture and enjoyment, the weak are collected
No recollection why the hatred runs so deep
Tossed into the abyss where thousands lie
Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies
A place of death to dispose of the enemy
The stench grows, pit of bones
The stench grows from the pit of bones
Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies
A place of death to dispose of the enemy
Final screams can be heard
From the inverted monolith granite sarcophagus
Pit of bones
Sought out for revenge for torture and enjoyment
Tossed into the abyss where thousands lie
Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies
A place of death to dispose of the enemy