The Fate Of Souls After Death - Winterfylleth

Here shall sweep the victor’s sword

So that to deep hollows, will evils fall

Into the swart flame

Into the camp of foes

The shoal of the wicked

Accursed to perdition

Within the house of torment

The death-hall of the devil!

Not the Earth’s remembrance

Shall they seek after?

Will not emerge from sin

Where they, stained with crimes

Bound in flame, shall suffer

Shall be to them sin-vengeance

That is eternal death!

That hot gulph may not, from the race of men

In all eternity, burn up sin, throughout all time

Stain the soul & feedeth the dreary

Hold spirits in darkness!

Flames scorch them with its ancient might

With the frost of terror

And with fierce worms

May it torment many!

So that we may judge and never declare

That the soul’s guardian

Life’s wisdom hath lost

Who now heedeth not

Whether his spirit be happy or sad

Where he shall for ever

After death, sojourn!