• Death is waiting fro your soul and shall not rest till it locks it away.
    You have sinned and your time must be served.
    The gates of Hell are open, calling your name.
    There is no excape from the lies you have told.
    And the sins you have commited.
    Death is already at your bed side.
    Do not firght, for it is useless.
    Just give in to him and pay for the misdeed you have done.
    You can feel you strenght leave you and the cold setting in.
    The shadows around you do not weep at your demise.
    For you have wronged them so many times.
    And for that Death will not lock you in a cage of fire.
    But in a cage of ice.
    For that is what you did to the shadows of your life.
    Death is reaching his hand out to you.
    And now you flout above your body and look down at the shadows.
    Relizing the mistakes you have made.
    But atlast it is to late.
    You are in Death's clutchs and there is no excape.
    Down through the gates of Hell he takes you.
    And into the cage of ice you have created.
    And there you shall rot for all eternaty.