A Ride With the Devil
By Ken Henderson •
as i ride thru hells gates
on a horse made of bone
sins i have commited
have left me alone
date with the devil
demons tearing at my flesh
an eternity of pain
all emotions have left
blood is all i cry
fire is all i see
eyes have gone dry
from this fucking heat
rags hanging from my toren bosy
as he places his hand on my chest
branding me to the bone
sucking my soul out
feeding off me he grows stronger and wiser
knowing all along what i desire
his body of flames
shooting as high as the eye can see
becoming his servant
widdling away to nothing
at the helm of the dark lord
evil all around me
peace and prosperity out of reach
all have been forgotten