Black as the night
I hear the howling wind
The fear of uncertainty
Quivers my skin
In solitude I scream
I realize no one hears
These walls consume my madness
My body fades to sleep
I rise above the dirt
The earth beneath my feet
I look to the headstone
And it reads incomplete
I gather my thoughts
Wondering if it's just a dream
Succumbed to my own madness
Nothing is as it seems
Am I buried alive?
Or had I already met my fate
Am I now Immortal?
Caught between this sleeping state
I see a man in black
Holding a noose in his right hand
He says, "I am Asmodeus"
And you, the hangman?
You were hanged for the crime
Of the killing of my witch
You must now forever live
Within the clutch of my grips
Your soul is forever mine
I curse you to the dead
The witch that you slayed
Put a spell on your head
The witch was my servant
And I damn you to hell
On the coming of her rising
She will see you suffer well
I am Asmodeus
The king of royal blood
You are the hangman
I curse you to the dead