His name was death and was feared by many
he split the skulls and stole the penny
He shouted at the demon guards of hell
even they were subject and fell,
he rose again through blood and bone
agaain he will curse and more shall moan,
those that are dead will rise once more
and seek havoc on the knights of lore.

He was slayed on that night of cold and rain
he brought many familes devastion and pain,
he will be remembered as the bringer of death
but to all he was a legacy, our dying breath,
This sword covered in sweat and blood,
belonged to death, it dropped with a thud.
It was storming when this sword was found,
as soon as he touched it he was bound,
eyes went white and heart when black,
his mind was broken without a crack.

He turned hell his name was herobrine,
the darkest light, he will always shine.