Oh, woe is me!

In life, I was the belle of the balls, a rampant rectum wandering in a forest of tasty dicks, propelled by the masculine sensitivity of my owner into new and exciting sexual configurations, pounded into prostate-pummeling submission and pierced by a thousand cocks!

Now I am in the land of the dead, and my stench has decreased, and there is nary a drop of semen for a thirsty rectum.

And it's another dozen years before the first power metal musicians kick off and join us in hell for an anal puncture orgy...

When there's lightning - it always bring me down
Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
I cry for magic - I feel it dancing in the light
But it was cold - I lost my hold
To the shadows of the night

There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark

Do your demons - do they ever let you go
When you've tried - do they hide -deep inside
Is it someone that you know
You're a picture - just an image caught in time
We're a lie - you and I
We're words without a rhyme

There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark

When there's lightning - it always brings me down
Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
Feel the magic -feel it dancing in the air
But it's fear - and you'll hear
It calling you beware

There's no sign of the morning coming
There's no sight of the day
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark

Orgasmic. The thought of Ronnie James Dio squinting and grunting as he blows a load of fishy Italian semen deep into me makes me blush and squirm like a young girl...