Hell's Gate Lyrics

[Verse 1: baker]

It's ya' maker known as baker

Rid them with my infestation

Let my words eat at your mind

You fall to my manipulation

Causing harm with a vicious strike

From Tennessee the 3 we fight

We breakin down the walls of trends

Respect our walk and keep your life

Reach my peak within the night

Blood looks better in moonlight

A gruesome scene is what I like

The tales I leave are those of fright

Horror fascinated me since my early life

The smut it filled my appetite

The trash and gore it gave me sight

I desert my mind of faith

The crucifix I break

Upon the stone and free the snakes

Hallow words make em feel safe

But there ain't no running from him

See the truth within his grace

The lies they feed come at abundance

Wipe y tears and grip yo nuts and fuckin man up to the system

Lost my first loved one and saw that life was just a business

Nothin last forever mane threw my passion leave a stamp with guts and blood I paint a picture of this world we're living in

See the truth within a man no dignity he bites the hand

Just a two-faced nation politicians understand

They want the downfall of us all

Trapped on this tiny ball, shoot me into space and let me rot in darkness with the stars



[Verse 2: hydra]

Don't fear the dead

The serpent crawls on through the crevice

Schizophrenic evil thoughts

Control the ways of every peasant

Whats the cost you put on life?

I see this world is just a mess

And so behold the antichrist

That crucifix will turn again

Fuck the church come feel my vengeance

All you priests shall burn in hell

We serve the goat our form is perfect

Feel the vibes of this collection

Reach inside and free yourself

The witch provides me with a message

All my walls are stained in blood

I can't escape I'm on the edge

I've lost my mental

I believe the holy father is a lie

The hills of silence hold the truth so reach the top and soon you'll find that pain and violence

Is the only way to cope

So burn the pig and feed the curse

The beast he calls upon the worthless

Death is comin for ya

Through the weeds, I travel forward

I can't fall before your Jesus

On the altar sits my balls

And so I puff that devil smoke

To ease my hatred for your soul

This crooked ghost forever rots

Off in the dirt

I'm not alone

I got my brothers right behind me

Now the pentagram will close

And soon these angels shall be crawling at my feet

The sheep is folding

Once the wolf has sank his teeth within your flesh

There is no hope

The three will reap between the culture

Let your demons guide you home

This universe is closing