You can run but you can't hide
The hell that you created is where you will reside

Hell is what you make it
You will never escape it
Hell is what you make it
You might as well embrace it

Boiling through the swampy water
My essence returns for the slaughter
Emerging from the murky depths
Bloated skin ringing out with every step

I've made a deal with the mire
A deal with the devil
I am the world's new death dealer