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[bonus track] Walk my dismal path pursue my much walked ways two hells i've found two deaths i'll die mere fools choose to stay shut out the sky in this (already) darkened room as i prepare myself for slumber where the weary are at rest scraps of acrid marrow dried and whitened spine wasting of the limbs abbreviated death such a bitter satire I'm content to rest alone leave me here and i will lie composed an dundisturbed oh where can i find sorrow to relieve me of my grief i've shut my eyes to God above and walked my dismal way i've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup Letras de cancionesi've trampled on His blood i've smeared Him in my arrogance i grieve i can't turn back walk my dismal path pursue my much walked way two hells i've found two deaths i'll die mere fools here remain. From Letras Mania