One Way:


We're
 way, way down the path to hell
The rear door is padlocked
Who has the key
There will be no return
No escape for perfidy

We're way, way down the path to hell
The scent of destruction
And well ripened fear
That delightful aroma of brimstone and fire
Daemon infested fire
Wafting, alive on the shimmering air

Way down the path to hell
At the head of the line
Tolling a savage bell
Tail up
Destruction raging red in it's eye
Sky-High 
On celestial blue
The king of shadows
Ebon beast from bruw

It ends
One way
One way
I heard him say...

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