The Path

I am the false prophet
In tribulation
I'm seeking mighty goals
And reputation

I serve the prince of hell
He's not forgotten
And there so many fall
And now they're rotten

I search from town to town
To drag who I can down
Don't step in my path

I've got you in my sites
You can't escape me
I've taken all your rights
My mark will set you free

Just let me brand your hide
Assume my genocide
I stand for all to see
My mark makes you like me

Be my device, I'll quickly kindle a fire
Of wrath, from my inforno
And savor the lost, who have been tricked by me
My anger rides high, for those who've
Escaped me up and through the sky
They have deprived me and
Still there are some who won't bow down to me

They server another, a god they can not see
And keep on running, from my raging terror to be
My satisfaction won't be fulfilled
They must bow down to me or I'll have them killed



Credits
Writer(s): John Mahan, Richard Lynch
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