The ring shall be your friend
if you break the bone inside.
Only means to the end,
will help you last the ride.
The ring shall be your ally
if you condemn the soul within.
Only seeing through the eyes,
will you take the chance to win.
The ring shall be your brother
if you step up to the fight.
Only bleeding one another,
will get you through the night.
The ring shall be your living
if you give it your last breath.
Only painful practice giving,
will break you from the rest.
The ring shall be your reason
if you paint the canvas red.
Only art made of your crimson,
will keep the hunger fed.
The ring shall be your nightmare
if you let it take you down.
Only games of truth of dare,
will let you steal the crown.
But this ring is my salvation
if it will not pass me by.
Only when I feel this sensation,
will I care if I live or die.