• I fight with my sword in hand
    Never quitting never to surrender
    Blood is spilled on the cold sand
    Beneath my feet hell readies its sender

    To ready my soul for redemption
    To cleanse me for my death ahead
    Battle is my simple salvation
    Now my soul heavy dead and dense as lead

    My bones broken my blood spilled
    I’m finally dead its over and said
    Instead of fire and brimstone
    A golden gate just for the living not the dead