The Marksman Comes

Upon death a man meets his fate with Satan

The marksman came and you have been marked
The smoke is here and the matches are sparked
Grab your luck and your pride to pay the toll
Your esteem, your hate, your love, your soul
Surely you didn’t think that you would be missed
The marksman had your name at the top of his list
So leave you jewels, for where you go it is filthy
The judgment came and the verdict was guilty
He sits on his thrown with his heated arrow pointed straight at your heart
The marksman came and you have been marked