He's cursed to walk this terrible Earth,
Ever since he let loose of Sin's birth
He's been hanged and beheaded,
but his parts crawl back be-wedded

Immortality until the sun splutters
and leaves Earth roasted on a platter
Finally his grievances will be forgiven
or at least that's what he's wishing.

He's been scarred and witnessed the worse
of humanity's blood splashing the dirt
He prefers the quiet solitary darkness,
of his room free of more curses & blesses.

Happy with his bottle of Tequilla
and his sweet girl's that Latina
An expert of knives & firearms
Cross him & he'll do serious harm.