Gwar

The halls of our keep rock with ruin and war
The walls cry and crumble, Broken the sword.
The tombs and the tomes. The world's honeycombed.
We must possess the underearth.
Down, down, down
Toll the bell, we're going to hell!
Here we seek the fruit of creation.
Bloodstained wine. It sweetens our time
Here we seek the final salvation
Go to hell!
I'm headed to the promised land
Swam boiling surf, trod bloody bloody sand
As pissed-off pilgrims we'll travel below
And seek the finest filth that hell can bestow
A realm of madness, the cringing of queens
A realization, the crushing of dreams
The worm-gnawed fruit of all your pretty schemes
Between heaven and hell all is not what it seems
From what I've heard it's a pretty cool place
A sea of urine where rats eat your face
A sadist like me can pursue his vocation
I'm goin' to hell because I need a vacation
We're gonna go to hell!
Toll the bell, we're goin' to hell!
Here we see the fruit of creation
Writing in slime. Blood sweetens our time
Here we seek our final salvation