Without the human body,
A realm lies wherein dwell,
Hellish creatures, spawn of flesh,
Wrought with bright flames,
Of Hellfire and Brimstone.
Unborn we lie, within this black domain.
For we have been before, we cannot become more.
Our souls shall have to wait for the chosen ones to be born.
A yearning, so strong, cannot deny,
For the plane we once ruled.
Only there will we be able,
To travel down to the abyss,
And morph into a spawn of Satan.
Hell Lord, master of hate,
Take these willing bodies with pride.
Give us the power and magick,
To bring pain, loathing and death,
Unborn we cannot fulfill thy wishes.
Black legions of the inferno,
Led by the once Unborn,
March on the battlefield in Heaven.
Ordered to slay, bludgeon and disembowel,
Crack open the skulls of all Archangels.