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You choose the hard way,

In the molten universe.

Under the red sun

All lives are gone.

Infernal oasis,

Your altar on the land

Crowned with scorpions,

Mistress of the sand.

And I guess, you’ve try to escape:

From the molten universe,

From the hot red sun,

From the sand landscape.

Color heart of wasteland,

Angel’s eyes of void.

Yes I’ll follow you

Into the fire,

Yes I’ll follow you

Into this tomb

Yes I’ll follow you

Into the fire,

Yes I’ll follow you

Into this tomb

Yes I’ll follow you

Into the fire,

Yes I’ll follow you

Into this tomb

Yes I’ll follow you

Into the fire,

Yes I’ll follow you