One for the road ahead,
You've still got some miles to go
before you're dead and gone
make it the best way to go

Two for the fact that,
no matter what,
Fate is a cruel mistress
delighting in our misery

Three for your soul
and how you'll never get it back now
Diablo has it in his hands
You've sold it for your last drink

Four, the final time you'll cry
has you lay broken on the ground
your sin has left you bleeding and a murderer
And now you lay dying,
among a stranger

And you soul's lift ito the sky...
but you seem to be falling backwards...
Hell has you in it's grip,
and you can't take it back.