From the recording Deth Knell

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Lyrics

Unlike this world, Sheol is a place devoid of love
Hate envy, work, thought, knowledge and wisdom
There is no light, no rembermerance, no praise of God
More so, no sound at all

Its inhabitants are weak trembling shades
Who never hope to escape from its gates

Spiritual Death

Towards the setting of the sun
Farthest corners from the earth
Rich, poor, old young
Where getting pious won't be heard

The dead merely exist without knowledge or feeling
Silence reign supreme

As she opens her mouth
Who will she devour