Finally I have reached my goal

I have trapped my poor old soul.

Down we go, storming the hot gates,

Of smoldering hell.

Like a beasts jaws, clinching your throat.

Into a land where God himself , looks away.

We feel the heat

And yet we charge until our hide tears.

Just to watch kin die.

To **** the coveted

Heretics all, we rot in the ground.

While our soul lives in hell.