In anger I roam this dark, dreadful land.
With hope, I search for one single man.
When I find the Devil, no mercy be shown,
I will cut off his head, and claim his thrown.

From the underworld, to the heavens above,
I am on a mission, for a noble love.
It is there the gods, will be seated in glory,
but note this tale, of a true mythological love story.
With this blade in my hand, love in my heart,
Heads of gods, from bodies they part.
I grin at the sensation of being victorious.
Through this love of mine, you are glorious.

Across hell I marched, defeating all odds.
Claiming the world, by destroying the gods.
There was a victory in heaven, now you shall be,
IMMORTAL; you are, my loving queen.

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