The devil is dead
I have never felt the way that I have until I left the valley in flames
Let it burn, let it die, blind the all-seeing eye
But I know smoke will never clear in hell
 
The smell of burning oak makes me sick
Still, I breathe deep
Still, I cross to the other side
But I hear a voice behind me say
 
I (the eye closed its final time as I had walked through the flames)
WILL (the will of a beast is nothing compared to the will of a god)
FIND (I’ll find my peace when the bones of the devil lay at my feet)
YOU (you and I are one, mark my words, I will find you)
 
A beast will always smell the blood of a coward
And a narrow-minded fool will always follow down the narrow path
To the blade that can make a god bleed
Still, you are weak
You’re just a boy with his mother’s eyes
That carries the weight of his father’s heart
 
I always feel like there’s something that I’ve left behind
It’s not a possession or any acceptance of life, it’s me
 
What is the point of running away when you don’t know who you are
I’ll always be one step behind until you realize who I am