I walk alone in fields of red;
one spot of blue amidst the crimson flow.
From love and life I have fled;
now up the River Stix I ever do row.
Lacrimosa is sung over me,
but I have no need for religious chants.
I have something different, you see:
demon's death is what life grants.
I have finished my vengeful quest.
The Angelof Death is no more.
I will be hell's eternal guest,
and n'er to heaven will my soul soar.
Some for my soul do weep,
but I regret not my path,
For heaven its happiness may keep-
I have traded it for hell's wrath.
My life paved no heir a way:
I was only there for a short spell.
I only wish to others to say,