Sought out for revenge For torture and enjoyment, the weak are collected No recollection why the hatred runs so deep Tossed into the abyss where thousands lie Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies A place of death to dispose of the enemy The stench grows, pit of bones The stench grows from the pit of bones Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies A place of death to dispose of the enemy Final screams can be heard From the inverted monolith granite sarcophagus Pit of bones Sought out for revenge for torture and enjoyment Tossed into the abyss where thousands lie Blunt force trauma, heads torn from bodies A place of death to dispose of the enemy