Teksty: Cirith Ungol. Before The Lash.

In hell's corrupt and sunken halls the rising shall begin
The bane of man immortal, the parade of broken dead
With greed our worldly master, so now pain will be our guide
As the fallen ones await us all to welter by their side

Iron dreams of human jackals and our final fate is cast
To slave in endless fire as you cringe before the lash
Blinded by the darkness, as you pray for his return
But in your soul you fear he's just another one who'll burn

With greed our worldly master, now pain will be our guide
As the fallen ones await us all to welter by their side
Iron dreams of human jackals, our final fate is cast
To slave in endless fire, as you cringe before the lash

Does evil lie in waiting to extract his heavy toll?
Will bowing to the pulpit bring the cloven to their goal?
But if he's the work of mankind and the beast our morbid dream
This dying planet is our heaven and our hell remains the same