Death be not proud, whose vicious eyes
implore and penetrate, seeking sadness and
defeat!
Death be not proud, you spineless serpent
without fangs, waiting for the Fallen's return
to dust so you can consume them with
one humble swallow!
Death - true you are a warm garment issued
by Nature to still my shivering flesh, but
only temporarily, and one which I will easily
shake free of when my spirit is delivered into
the hands of eternal warmth and light!
Be not deceived oh Dark Knight on thy steed!
Though pain and anguish you wish to inflict
perpetually upon the innocent, be wise to
count on my vengeance when your meager Cloak
of Night holds not my Flaming Soul
Not a whisper of taunting torment do my
ears, undeaf, acknowledge or fear, for you
have no power over me cursed demon, in Life
or After - Here!
Proud I am of the life I have led and no
man nor spirit can claim my victories or take
responsibility for the things which I freely
did!
So now that my life has run its course,
I'm taking my last stand! I just want to
scream, "Death be not proud", because although
you'll hold me in your grasp for a few seconds
to seize my soul; leaving my body lifeless and
cold, you won't claim final victory this night!
RESURRECTION vile Beast! I will beat thee
and send ye away damned!