Текст песни The Path (Saint) с переводом

I am the false prophet

In tribulation

I’m seeking mighty goals

And reputation

I serve the prince of hell

He’s not forgotten

And there so many fall

And now they’re rotten

I search from town to town

To drag who I can down

Don’t step in my path

I’ve got you in my sites

You can’t escape me

I’ve taken all your rights

My mark will set you free

Just let me brand your hide

Assume my genocide

I stand for all to see

My mark makes you like me

Be my device, I’ll quickly kindle a fire

Of wrath, from my inforno

And savor the lost, who have been tricked by me

My anger rides high, for those who’ve

Escaped me up and through the sky

They have deprived me and

Still there are some who won’t bow down to me

They server another, a god they can not see

And keep on running, from my raging terror to be

My satisfaction won’t be fulfilled

They must bow down to me or I’ll have them killed

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