[bad word] steed is my agent
On this trek to the nether regions
 [bad word] with evil letches
Known as Lord Satan's legions

This trip I am on makes me drink from a sinful well
Of personal anguish and misery on my descent to [bad word] 

I fooled with the arcane, hermetic and Hellfire
There is no hope for me, I am marooned in mire
But I reached my foolish objective and returned to say the least
For down in [bad word] there is only [bad word] known as the Beast

I speak in tongues
To the keeper of my soul
The umbra of my heart
Forever without light