The Warrior's Lament

If you should choose to follow me,
Know that I am bound for Hell.
For the gates of Hades open’d wide,
As we all march’d on side by side,
Into the flames eternal.
Left for the shores of Bloody Hell,
Ten thousands strong and true.
But when we reached upon the scene,
Not one sole man stood whole nor clean,
Cast into flames eternal.
We fought the throng of daemon souls,
Two thousand still survived.
But still the daemons forth they came,
They bore Old Sinister’s evil name,
The Horde of flames eternal.
Then Sinister himself did rise,
He stood unholy ground.
His hordes, their spirit out had run,
And then at last Our will be done,
Down in the flames eternal.
Our mission spent, we turned to face,
The dawn of morning’s eye.
But morning’s sun it would not face,
The visage of Our bloodied race,
Back to the flames eternal.
For forty nights we fought and died,
The Sun did crack a frown.
And shed her tears not lightly,
Forever we battled nightly,
To quench the flames eternal.
And now men talk of deeds and words,
Forever from that day.
We are those who they call the damned,
Those souls that ever were condemned,
Unto the flames eternal.