Void of light Apocalypse Anti-Christ So blasphemous We could have it all Or dwell in eternal darkness An open wound will never heal Suffering is the only real consciousness Wilted in the rotting flesh A seed is sown in the putrid decay A glimmer of hope in the face of death Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray In the end the body will rot But we are given the choice to decide Hell wasn't made for us Born with the choice, live or die Live or die Live or die In the end the body will rot But we are given the choice to decide Hell wasn't made for us Born with the choice, live or die Void of light Apocalypse Anti-Christ So blasphemous We could have it all Or dwell in eternal darkness An open wound will never heal Suffering is the only real consciousness Hell wasn't made for us Hell wasn't made for us Hell wasn't made for us Don't give in to the wicked son Hell wasn't made for us Don't give in to the wicked son Wilted in the rotting flesh A seed is sown in the putrid decay A glimmer of hope in the face of death Lying dormant in a grave of reeking betray In the end the body will rot But we are given the choice to decide Hell wasn't made for us Born with the choice, live or die Live or die Live or die In the end the body will rot But we are given the choice to decide Hell wasn't made for us Born with the choice, live or die