| Song | Into Purgatory |
| Artist | Witchery |
| Album | Restless and Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jensen | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
| This ain't no nightmare, it's the afterlife unblessed | |
| The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
| Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
| I feel the flames so near | |
| I welcome the pain that rages here | |
| I have nothing to fear | |
| Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
| Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
| Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
| Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
| This ain't no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
| The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
| Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |
| zuo qu : Jensen | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
| This ain' t no nightmare, it' s the afterlife unblessed | |
| The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
| Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
| I feel the flames so near | |
| I welcome the pain that rages here | |
| I have nothing to fear | |
| Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
| Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
| Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
| Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
| This ain' t no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
| The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
| Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |
| zuò qǔ : Jensen | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, the scavengers of death | |
| This ain' t no nightmare, it' s the afterlife unblessed | |
| The winds of the winds of redemption, blow hard of the plains | |
| Hells burning landscape, lays vast, in flames | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| A swarming mass of bodies slain | |
| I feel the flames so near | |
| I welcome the pain that rages here | |
| I have nothing to fear | |
| Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work | |
| Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn | |
| Dark and dead but glowing, the army of the damned | |
| Torment the fallen mortals, from this day to the end | |
| Engulfed in reeking pain, repent | |
| The bottomless pit of hells domain | |
| Chased by the hellhounds, hells machine at work | |
| This ain' t no nightmare, impaled the thousands burn | |
| The winds of redemption, the army of the damned | |
| Hells burning landscape, from this day to the end |