It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
The sound of screams and that terrible smell.
I'd always believed I'd seen it all;
But you've never seen anything until you've seen good men fall.
It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
The flash of my muzzle and whiz of the shell.
I'd never feared Death and his violent wrath;
If I was going with him then I'd blaze my own path.
It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
I came with a bloodlust only killing could quell.
I rushed up the beach with fiery passion;
Killing the beasts in all sorts of fashion.
It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
If I'd leave this beach only time would tell.
My soul was damned that much was sure;
The blood of my enemies long soaked in the pure.
It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
I was off guard when I heard the bell.
The Gatekeeper's toll only audible by me;
Nowhere to go and nowhere to flee.
It was a day like Sunday when we dropped into hell;
A blood-soaked beach the place I fell.
To Hell I went for a thousand years;
But a Helljumper never sheds useless tears.
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