The Wound and the Gold

The desert eats the ones who run
I smell the filth under the sun
A skull I cracked, a deal I made
My memory is a razor blade
I wear this badge to hide the stain
But blood keeps crawling through the vein
No peace, no rest, no holy ghost
Just ashes rolling down the coast

The snakes are rising from the sand
They know the blood is on my hands
I see his face—the one I fear
The gun is heavy, the end is near!

RIDE THROUGH THE FIRE!
BREAK THE SKY!
WHERE THE DEMONS BURN AND DIE!
I WANT THE TRUTH, I WANT THE PAIN!
WASH MY SOUL IN ACID RAIN!
GOLD IS A LIE! BLOOD IS THE PRICE!
TAKE MY SCARS AND PARADISE!
ON THE WARRIOR'S PATH, I WALK ALONE
CRUSH THE THRONE!

The villain grins—a crooked knife
He wants my sin, he wants my life
He digs for ore beneath the stone
But finds the hell he's always known
The shaman hands me blackened root
I chew the pain down to the root
A cabin burns—my father's eyes
I watch the past incinerize

The ghosts are clawing at my throat
They hang my sins on every note
No more running, no more lies
I'll burn it down between their eyes!

RIDE THROUGH THE FIRE!
BREAK THE SKY!
WHERE THE DEMONS BURN AND DIE!
I WANT THE TRUTH, I WANT THE PAIN!
WASH MY SOUL IN ACID RAIN!
GOLD IS A LIE! BLOOD IS THE PRICE!
TAKE MY SCARS AND PARADISE!
ON THE WARRIOR'S PATH, I WALK ALONE
CRUSH THE THRONE!

The serpent eats...
The serpent shits...
There's nothing left...
...except the hit.
FACE THE VOID!

NO GOLD! NO THIEF!
ONLY BLOOD AND BURIED GRIEF!
RIDE! RIDE! BURN IT CLEAN!
NOTHING'S LEFT BUT THE MACHINE!