Let Hell Rejoice

When I die, let hell rejoice in fear relieved, For its fiercest foe has finally been retrieved. Let darkness breathe easy when my soul takes flight, For I spent my whole life standing against the night. Let every chain I shattered still rattle in its halls, Let every lie I silenced still echo through its walls. Let every temptation conquered leave scars upon its throne, A reminder that resistance can weaken stone by stone. I want my prayers to thunder where evil tried to build, I want my faith to haunt the dark long after I am still. Let my discipline be warfare, my obedience a blade, A constant interruption to the chaos darkness made. Let my life become a warning to all that seek destroy, That one unyielding spirit can undo the devil’s joy. And when my final hour comes, let no man say I fled, But that I faced the storm head-on with fire in my chest instead. That I fought when I was weary. That I stood when others fell. That I endured through every trial And made an enemy of hell. And if hell rejoices when at last I leave this earth, Let it only be because I made it tremble at my birth. -AIG