It is into the fire that I will go.
How I will fare, nobody shall ever know.
For my malevolence is wall know, that is true.
This will always be this day that I shall rue
My bloody knife, it went through the back of he.
I did not know that it would soon be me.
The river stained a bloody red, was massive.
The demons on the bank, were all but passive.
The boat, it went solemnly down the river.
The air was cold, and I started to shiver.
I finally reach the end, and stepp off the boat.
My hands tremble, and a knot is in my throat.
In front of me was a big red grotesque beast,
This demon looked like he was ready to feast.
It is now I truly know not all is well.
I could never survive this eternal hell.
