Grasped in a skeleton-like clutch
My body falls before me in sudden rush
Do I dare to open my eyes?
For who knows of the horrors that lie.

Cold and sudden as death
The demon shall not rest
Soon my blood shall be theirs
The smell of rot sticking in the air.

Oh demon, give me mercy!
Give this one human your spare!
Shivering and pale
I helplessly despair.

Alas, in this world of demons there is no hope for me.