The Immortal

They killed me, but I would not die.

Yea! all day and all night

For me they could not rest nor sleep,

Nor guard from me nor hide in flight

Then in their agony, they turned

And made their hands red in blood.

In vain - for faster than they slew

I rose more stronger than before.

I pushed on with slaughter mad;

I fought till all my strength was gone.

And still they rose to torture me,

For Devils only die for fun.