For you, Master.

Fires of hell, burn and scource my flesh.
Pain runs through me, like blood in the veins.
The fire I play with is all for you.
You, my Master...
And I Your, slave.
Pushing myself farther, and farther to make you proud.
You've taught me of hell,
Then showed me of heaven.
All because I asked for both.
For this I praise you,
My sweet Master.