On the Border,
the edge of Hell,
there stood an angel;
the one who befell
His eyes--dark, onyx stones
pierces right through
all those who are alone
and catches you too.
Enflame the concave,
Uproot the pure,
Eradicate the brave,
and linger to lure.
Dearest Rejection,
you're against perfection,
Just to add sinners to your collection.
Inferno, introduce me your true form,
Destruction, grant me your eyes of black scorn,
Tormentor, tear me apart with your demonic sword.
