Landsknechtstrommel

Now the reaper's bony hand has grabbed me. I've been following him for a long time, through the whole land. I always called out to him, with a swirling drumbeat. But he never came to me, until this very day. The drum was a gift I received as a child. I never learned to play it, I struck it as if in a frenzy. I marched in front of the army drumming into battle. Always staying in rhythm, fueling the bloodlust.
I also stood in front of the gallows and drummed for a while. Loudly playing the drum until the sinner hung from the rope. I only realized now, as I lay dying: my drumming is a curse, bringing everyone to ruin. I will take the Landsknecht drum with me to the grave. I'll strike it one more time as I descend into hell! I'll strike it one more time as I descend into hell!