A gruesome steed is my agent On this trek to the nether regions To commiserate with evil letches Known as Lord Satan's legions
This trip I am on makes me drink from a sinful well Of personal anguish and misery on my descent to hell
I fooled with the arcane, hermetic and Hellfire There is no hope for me, I am marooned in mire But I reached my foolish objective and returned to say the least For down in Hell there is only one ruler known as the Beast
I speak in tongues To the keeper of my soul The umbra of my heart Forever without light