From the deepest pits of Hell
He strikes fear in many a heart
To a select few He brings a feeling most joyous
Those that practice in the arts most atrocious
Breath of brimstone and eyes of Hellfire
The very thing that causes great ire
Claws of obsidian and fangs of ivory
Oh woe the life of misery of me
Wings of a bat and skin like red leather
No matter how you much you attack it
It won't look weaker
To fight this daemon you must find it's mortal enemy
You must form the most holy trinity
For while his wrath is quite fierce
Any holy man could pierce
His leathery hide of crimson red
And separate his body from his head
The next mornings light be done
All signs of battle be gone
And no matter what the cost
May the daemons name be forever lost
