In the darkest light of the devils night,
As the howling hellhounds call,
Through a mystic gloom of impending doom,
that suffocates us all,
a stranger strode along the road,
toward the gates of hell,
He walked right in with an evil grin,
by his will the demons Fell.
He carried on toward the dawn,
and turned his gaze to meet,
heavens flare, right then and there,
now more lay at his feet,