The Shining Path

Don't care if I choke....

Sacrifice me for my sins

For my beliefs

Spit at me

Die...with me

When I'm gone

Death will come to you

Death will come...

The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin

The words she said

For those words she would die

The crowd circles around her

Praising their merciful god

Her screams got weaker

"Heathen, heathen"

The mass was shouting

The children that once were loving

Now their small hands were full of rocks

They found her bleeding

The dark night came creeping

Was she one of the devil's own kind?

Beyond belief

Beyond the pain

And grief

I lay low

And crawl deep

Choosing the narrow path

Fear your thoughts and let the father judge them

Walk the shining path and guide the weakling along

The crowd circles around her

Praising their merciful god

Their screams grew higher

"Heathen, heathen"

The mass was shouting

Hunt down the profane

And put them to the torch

Burn me on the fire

Call me liar

Shout at me

Cry for me

When I'm gone

Death will come to me

Death will come...

Burn me on the fire...