Hellboy and For Whom the Bell Tolls
With my hands I rip off my horns
I wish to be a cambion no more
I fought the demons, dragons and behomeths
and to my favor is the score
So through the towns of hell I walk
only to find a little old mansion
I enter and there behold
is a pyramid, sphere and cube to my passion
For whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee...
and whether heaven and hell exists
it's for each to do or not believe
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