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 kill the coveted
Heretics all, we rot in the ground.
While our soul lives in hell.