Hounds of Hell
The hounds of Hell are at my heels.
I'm running, running,
Soon falling, falling,
The hounds of Hell are at my heels,
They shall be upon me very soon.
I'm forever running,
As they drag me into the depths of Hell,
I bid you all goodbye, farewell.
I'm leaving this world,
A world of real, and make believe.
Where everyone comes,
And still everyone leaves.