Blood drips off my blade as I can rest once again,
but this rest is final, a release of my pain.
A last glance at the battlefield, smell the blood that's been shed,
however glorious those tales, they end always in death.
Now a final breath flows out my lifeless remains,
thinking of life's values as it ends in such pains.
The portal to Hell a release from the mortal realm,
and by its unholy forces I'll feel strongly overwhelmed.
Waiting for that moment, I yearn for eternal ecstasy,
for pleasures too wild for the eyes of Heaven to see.
Then the christians may say in eternity I'll swoon,
but nothing as dull as rice and a golden spoon...
(Raise your horns to the pentagram!)