The Sonnet of the Immortal
Steal from me, this lonely dishevelled heart
Take from me, this lowly accursed soul
Rip it from my chest and tear it apart
Lest ye love the kin of the evil whole
Carve into my flesh your hallowed name
bathe in your holy light my broken mind
And do with it my heart and soul the same
Lest ye love hell’s spawn of another kind
I will be renewed with a soulless gaze
fall to your knees in a repenting prayer
And you perish in your heavenly blaze
Ye shall find thine god is no longer there
From whom do you draw divine power now
Angel of Death, fall to my feet and bow