Only the Dead (Can Hear)

The underworld, A darkened place
Left in silence you crawl
Purgatory, Your deep disgrace
You can hear they screaming for your soul

The afterlife, So damp and cold
They're placing judgment on all
There's no castle, no stairs of gold
And through the blackness you can hear them call

A lake of fire, or heaven's holy light
It's your desire. Black candles in the night
The hierophant and the jester
Are wielding the ace of wands
They're souls for hire
We're all just rooks and pawns

The saint and the sinner are all just one and the same
The loser and the winner, at least still playing the game
Now we end this chapter of this afterlife
Swimming much faster to avoid the antichrist