I rode in on a hurried horse
She warned me not to get off-course
Under a sun coming down so hot
Headed out
The fiends all gathered in their favorite spot
Where they figured out their treasonous plot
The perfect way where they wouldn't get caught
Cheering the temple as it falls apart
Children kneeled down to their beds to pray
Where their mothers will feel cursed all day
For their fathers were well on their way
To finding out they had no souls to save
I could never feel self-confident
When there are signals that are seldom sent
When spirits drain, my horse is kicked
With a bit that falls hard to smith