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A gruesome steed is my agent

On this trek to the nether regions

To commiserate with evil letches

Known as Lord Satan's legions

This trip I am on makes me drink from a sinful well

Of personal anguish and misery on my descent to hell

I fooled with the arcane, hermetic and Hellfire

There is no hope for me, I am marooned in mire

But I reached my foolish objective and returned to say the least

For down in Hell there is only one ruler known as the Beast

I speak in tongues

To the keeper of my soul

The umbra of my heart

Forever without light