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,