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I used to walk the Red Path...

shinning by that road...

you will not last

your life is owed.

well, isn't it sad,

faith took it's toll.

burned feet, wicked wrath

time is now, without a soul

bad decisions in the past

now you're mine, my place you go.

oh, it IS hot, oh...so...bad.

for you, I will dispose,

yes, you will experience mad

everyones pain, now yours alone...