Air so foul

For centuries my line has carried on the quest
To seek the devil and lay his wicked soul to rest
Up in his castle, with a curse upon his breath
He will die tonight, I'll celebrate his wicked death

At the entrance, a terrifying gloom
Air so foul, reeks of doom
Cloud of vermin, now gnawing at my skin

Shrouded in darkness, an abyss of sin
Holy orders bind me, shielding from those within

Disturbance inevitable, their voices in my head
Fingers claw my flesh, awaken the rotting dead

Descending into the vile crypt
Putrid abominations, limb from limb are ripped
Blood is flowing, crossing a sickening lake of slime
Covered in gore, a distant church bell chimes

The sounding of wolves beckons me toward my fate
Grandfather's map leads me to this place
Antechamber strewn with bones of heroes
Tonight I'll end this curse at last

Erupting thunder
Our battle unfolds
Holy relics shine
The final bell now tolls

Promising weatlh and power
You'll die on your knees
I'll rid the world of your disease

Shrouded in darkness
An abyss of fire
Overflowing army, a twisted mass of flesh
This place, the embodiment of unrest