Two Demons, Eight Spirits

Come forth, demons breathe through the walls that entomb you

The sword of my armour

My wind of of something darker

The hole of my grave dug deeper

The hymms of my funeral get louder

The evil tyrant I was I am

Laughter for lust I greed

The spells of my spirit

This world I now leave

My sword might be rusty

My mind may be old

But no one can change my faith, it has been foretold

I am a harbour for restless demon's souls

I have left nothing

Two demons, eight spirits

Later eight spirits will be left to me

Then I shall be for all eternity