With eyes of fire that pierced his soul,
Death rang his bell and for him, it began to toll.
Running, running, but nowhere to hide,
Fighting was his only way out, so it must be tried.
The shadow of death with his piercing eyes,
Loomed over, to watch his demise.
There he was, the disciple of hell,
And there it was, the ringing of deaths bell.
The shadow of death ripped out his soul
The bell had ended with its final toll.