These stones are old
This road is cold
Blood upon the dusty rock
A symbol of the glory it mocks
This is the divine path
A tragedy of the past
There will be no end
As here you'll find no friend
The beast shrieks mad and loud
The curse will rain upon a dead crowd
A sword will cut those who seek glory
This is one different story
There is no warrior of might
Nor is there a charismatic knight
In the darkest depths of a deep night
They screamed with all fright
Walk and walk upon this road
Be deprived of your soul
As it crushes and cracks
You'll only need to relax
You must enjoy the fall
A pile of broken bones
You'll see there is only blackness ahead
As a weak man you'll wonder what they said
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