Oh, what do they know
Those that walk
And down there go
To travel paths
That shadows know
Parades to flow
In and down
Processions of death
With golden crowns
Two by two
They walk in rows
No man by himself
Is brought down low
It just goes to show
It's a coordinated effort
Between the devil and
Our fallen hearts
That without God's hand
We would be torn apart
And slowly drift
Unknowingly so
Down that path
To where they go
Thus follow shades
And to them become
Having denied the path
Of the Chosen One