Phlegethon - Smothered

Pagan ritual, Spill the blood of the virgin

Darkness growing stronger with every stab

Screams echo in the hallways of the underworld

Manifested in choir of blackened, tainted cries

It flows all red with boiling blood

Filled with those who did wrong to God

There’s no way to escape the pain

Your fate is sealed you can’t run away

Phlegethon

Harm to thy brother

Phlegethon

Harm to thyself

Phlegethon

Harm onto God

A curse you can’t dispel

And now you rot in hell

Now suffer the second death

Cerberus, the vicked beast

Three heads guarding the circles

Be devoured, take thy judgement

See the truth and live through the pain

The blood of Acheron flows in thy veins

Death is laughing the merriest of laughter

The blade goes deeper inside the mortal flesh

Channeling the energy to the one true god

Wailing spirits tortured to unrest

Falling deeper into darkness and despair