The Past comes up like thorns in the side.
Never again shall sunshine reign above.
Darkness now bestows upon me
A crown of thorns.

Hell befalls my domain and grabs the neck of my vessel.
The vessel jerks, trying to get free
But darkness has befallen me
And my crown makes me bleed.

The stampede of evil shall trample my legs and feet
I can not move, let alone defeat
My enemies and their weapons of destruction
Darkness takes hold, and cusps before hell.