If you would like to know what It's like to have your life fucked up @ the age of 31 by a bad heart just ask.



On the day of my judgement if i stand before god,from birth my soul bent towards hell he'll give a nod.
As i fade into nothing ill smile and not frown,deep in me there is something in hell ill stand my ground.
Through the flames ill see legion satans imp's gather round,on my face is a grin my rage will win me the crown.
With a though i could crush you insolence on his face,i say "this is true.. but your throne, thats my place.
You are not my master but soon to be my slave,i could see his thoughts grow faster wondering why i was so brave.
His patience seemed to flare as hells flames licked my skin,but in my gaze was a dare lifelong pain my only kin.
His first came before me quite angelic full of grace,legion bowed for all to see the recognition on his face.
Or you i have waited for your ire and your rage,the master i have baited impose your will seal his cage.
With this satan clawed the air on his knees his power fleeting,i was born hells sole heir one day ill offer you my greeting.