You are imbued with lies which the Dark One brings,
That upon your death, your soul grows wings,
That your unrepentant heart shall be freed anon,
That you will surely be bathed in Heavensong.
My mission was clear, yet now I feel hollow,
I look down at the clouds and the shadows follow.
There is a part of myself I cannot seem to find,
At the borders of Hell I left it behind.
My spirit is tired, so I issue a plea,
For Heaven to finally let me be.