Declare your place in black walledstone
For there lies waiting on the cold dryroad.
Your keeper, defeater, personalsoul-eater.
No mourning or care, you deserve neither!
Desolate: the path that awaits.
Your arrogant hand is what chose your way;
No time to tell when the end will come,
Now must crawl the path 'til kingdom come!
Decapitated heads ripped from their bodies
From those whom you've once called friends.
Now they turn like roman crowds
And watch you tread on your bloody red hands
Scores of bodies, ripped and torn
Watch you be dragged across as you moan.
You beg forgiveness while knowing the opposed,
but your cries only make them hunger the more.
You whimper and yell with every breath
But tears your throat from deep in yourchest.
No tears to quench your deathly thirst,
Not even a mirage to taunt or flirt.
You fall, you crawl, but they won't let you stall.
Not even to lick the blood off your palms.
You hide your face in your pools of blood
That leaked from your lacerated pores.
You like the red and swallow the gore,
Your tongue only begs for more.
They laugh, they hiss from above the abyss
But death only offers a kiss.
The barren horizon shows you your future
While the chants and roars curse your name.
You see it now, the most ancient torture.
I can promise you this will not be tame.
You've failed the test, misplaced the trust.
There's no way to make you just.
You take advantage of all the rest
And now your ego had burst
Your fear is revealed, you know it's near
No one is singled out.
You were the friend that I held near
The one I never forgot about.
This is your final call to the pit.
There's no back door, no secret exit.
We'll all be here to watch you perish.
Scream out to me for screaming is life;
Proof of your mind and proof of your strife.
Your petty cries only add to the din
That desecrates even your legacy.
Desolate: the path that awaits.
Your arrogant hand is what chose your way
No time to tell when the end will come.
Now must crawl the path 'til kingdom come.
