Beyond Death's gate

Inside thou art empty now, all hollow,  
and the dark thee soon will swallow.
To me, to the night, thou art a slave.  
Thou mayest live for a short while longer...  
Then to the pit with thee, to the grave!  
Beneath the blackest earth shall thou reside.  
Oh, how thou then wilt wish thou hadn't died.
But alas, for thee it is far too late...  
Die now my friend,  
and walk past Death's gate.