My hand grips this fate stained blade dripping with glee
And my shadow laughs as all my fearsome enemies flee
I stand within this starlit dune and breath in my power
And I prepare my self for the climb of the deadly tower
For upon its lofty and shining crest is a bridge to heaven
But guarding its mighty gates are the deadly vices seven
As I trod upon the seemingly endless dry sands of time
I know the vicious sins could not touch one free of crime
They snarled as they watched me open the gates sublime
I could not relax for what came was the treacherous climb.