When you walk the ultimate path

You walk without restraint

Without regard for your fellow man

You trade in souls and silence

Crimson currency

Draped in the illusion of honour

You mark yourself with myth

Weave colour into the fabric of your skin

A wolf among sheep

Howling in the empty chamber of your heart

You put on your suit

That shines like snakeskin

You toast to tradition

And shake down the people in your way

You say it’s worth it

You say life goes on

But you won’t be remembered

You’ll be forgotten

A bad dream chased away by the morning

That is how your path ends

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