Bonecarver - The Blacksmith's Massacre

You send your beasts to take me and I pay for my sins
But the flames and the pain have always surrounded me
I am fear, I am your hell, I am the agony
I am the torment that will plunge you into desolation

Weeds also grow in beautiful places, although some grow to then emerge from the ground
Engulfed in fire
Wrapped in the claws of the creator

People pray for strength and enlightenment of their way but they should pray for the clemency of a quick death

Bodies accumulated in rivers contaminated with the guts of men who intrude
Broken necks and hammers stuck in their hollow heads
Widows dressed in black knock on my doors and I keep hitting the anvil

Demons come out of their cages fleeing from the real beast
Trapped in that terrifying place until the end of days
The underworld trembles with each hammer blow

A cross stuck in the heart of the devil
Its horns ripped out
His fire died away
Now hell belongs to me