Rules are yet to be broken in hell,
Still very nascent, drowned in its own glory.
The DEVIL risen.
Asked me, if I would take his place.
The eternal tortuous fire of hell is burning me down,
High and brighten by our failed souls.
I was preparing myself for this day of reckoning.
I was thrown out to earth
to burn down the proclaimers of modernity.
Hell was good,
Really comforting for the duality of my soul.
One aspire to achieve the impossible
And the other surrounded by failure of heart.
Devil loves blood of change,
For it flows without questioning the creator.
The smell of burning flesh, empty bowls of solace,
False promises, wandering souls, tired eyes full of tears.
Torn apart,
Tortured views of that helpless fellow on the street.
It's hell out there.
Just cheated our senses to make one feel comfortable
With all that gory happenings.
Now I am ready; the FIREBALL.
Hell has created me.
Time to burn down the scums of million years of dusted living.
Terrible will be my justice,
No mercy, no tears, no pity, no fear,
Just tonnes of burning heads rolling on the ground of temptation.
Chopped down views of mediocrity is no mean to save oneself.
My eyes are full of vengeance.
They are burning for ages,
Behold the soul, for I am the FIREBALL from HELL!
Still very nascent, drowned in its own glory.
The DEVIL risen.
Asked me, if I would take his place.
The eternal tortuous fire of hell is burning me down,
High and brighten by our failed souls.
I was preparing myself for this day of reckoning.
I was thrown out to earth
to burn down the proclaimers of modernity.
Hell was good,
Really comforting for the duality of my soul.
One aspire to achieve the impossible
And the other surrounded by failure of heart.
Devil loves blood of change,
For it flows without questioning the creator.
The smell of burning flesh, empty bowls of solace,
False promises, wandering souls, tired eyes full of tears.
Torn apart,
Tortured views of that helpless fellow on the street.
It's hell out there.
Just cheated our senses to make one feel comfortable
With all that gory happenings.
Now I am ready; the FIREBALL.
Hell has created me.
Time to burn down the scums of million years of dusted living.
Terrible will be my justice,
No mercy, no tears, no pity, no fear,
Just tonnes of burning heads rolling on the ground of temptation.
Chopped down views of mediocrity is no mean to save oneself.
My eyes are full of vengeance.
They are burning for ages,
Behold the soul, for I am the FIREBALL from HELL!
