Christ's Descent into Hell - Abigor

I have tempted him, fed doubt to his heart

Stirred up the old people with anger and zeal

Sharpened the spear for his suffering

Mixed gall and vinegar for him to drink

Prepared the cross to crucify him

And the nails to pierce hands and feet

Open the brass gates of cruelty

Prepare his descent into hell

Thousand breathing crosses

Consumed is Jerusalem

Open graves, empty tombs

Sore scars become incurable wounds

Mysteries of sin

Weave the burial shroud of Golgotha

Sacred flesh, bones and skin

Rotten reeks utopia

Sinking into unholy ground, below

In tears and blood they’re drowned

Prophet’s horns of doom resound

Born is the Antichrist

The earth-corpse will be sacrificed

Now let the dreadful drama of the apocalypse commence!

The dead arise, the underworld echoes with thunder

Damned souls, demonic army, rise, sons of darkness

Behold the signs of un-salvation

Monuments of the saviour’s absence