In a middle a field, a wide, wide field.
By the tree, a broken tree.
There's a crossroads where you came to be.
In your hands there is a wooden box.
A wooden box that you cover with the dust.
There is a woman, a gorgeous woman.
Her skin is like the honey – sweet and fragrant.
Her eyes shine brighter than the stars
Her curves make every grown man cry and crawl.
Red ink and kiss to seal the deal.
A decade filled with fame and riches.
The decade passed, the clock stopped ticking.
No metal doors will stop them now.
Don't beg, don't cry, don't ask for help from God.
You lived, you grew while others faded into the unknown.
The hell-hounds screeching at your door.
It's time to pay the devil what you owe.