B r i m s t o n e

No hell can hold me, and no fire can tame me. 

I will bathe in Gehenna, washing my face in cinders. 

Drinking rivers of blood, draining the ditches of Golgotha. 

Neck-high in ice, badgered by Virgil's ghost. 

Peace will come clinking by the sound of three nails. 

Lucifer's lullaby sings sulphurous sleep 

Perfuming mouths of smoke in camphor. 

Eight gates dismayed to the ninth set aflame 

Bearing keys to Hades, locking resurrections door.