Savage Lands Of Satan

In a place where there once stood
Crystal streams and emerald woods
Now only mounds of burning rock and smoking ground
Salted flats where nothing grows for 1000 miles around
Visions of terror enter your mind

Trumpets and drums sound in the distance
Drawing closer, growing louder, then deafening
The hungry hordes are approaching
No one can help you, no one can save you

Calling upon you
His voice echoes from the void
Losing yourself, losing your mind
(1st) Cross the gates to
(2nd) Fevered dreams in the
(3rd) Dreams of death in the
Savage Lands of Satan

Wasteland, desert hellscape
Devoid of life, devoid of soul
Polluted air that stings the eyes
Sulphered nostrils, searing lungs
Fight but you will fail
Your future erased from existence