Summon the fire of hell to unite,
For your soul is now his prize,
The birth of your time was the chosen rite,
Hell won you over from your first breath,
You spend all your life not knowing your end,
Within your mother's womb is when the battle began,
Now that you future is certainly locked in place,
Don't try knocking on heaven's gates,
Your cries filled with passion is what he desired,
And the devil knew, that you would kindled his fire,
Countless wings of heaven have tried,
Failed to bring up a soul that's been dammed,
Chuckling now as I finish this write,
My mission is simple-
It is to record your demise.
