Merchant of Death

Scream a thousand screams, no one will hear you.
Dream a thousand dreams, you can never survive.
Say your prayers quickly, make your goodbyes brief
'Cause now it's time to die.

Don't cry to me for mercy.
I'm not selling any today.
But I've got a sale on pitchforks,
Which you'll need more than I'll say.

You’ll find out how callous you were
In the world of the living,
You will weep and mourn endlessly for
Your lack of tenderness and giving.

Feelings, once a foreign concept
Will increase for you a thousand fold,
Horror, Agony, Pain, Suffering
For all these your soul has been sold...

Enjoy your stay in Hell. It's on the house.