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Of a distant pass, I am aware
It's said that Satan once dwelt there
Where zombies roamed without a care
And sounds of torture filled the air

Where demons guarded gates to hell
And warlocks gathered to cast their spell
Where tyrants went with souls to sell
and so many heroes, in battle fell

Where roots of terror had begun
And freedom was a right to none
Where moon refused to yield to sun
It was the road they called Red Run

Blood stained the walls, and blood filled the wells
The land never cleansed, for the rains never fell
Where  men fought evil, but failed to repel
Where women all prayed, while little eyes swelled

Then off in the distance, a glimmering light
Shined from the dark in the dead of the night
A soldier of heaven was joining the fight
He donned golden armor, a mythical knight

He knew all his life that he would be the one
To vanquish the darkness and bring back the sun
He would not rest, before the war was won
And peace was restored to the road called Red Run

He road through the pass
Sun low at his back
And with each gallop forward
A light filled the black

Satan knowingly raised his head
for he felt the warriors presence
He mumbled the ancient curse of the dead
As he rumbled his way through the peasants

To slay another hero
To shadow the sun's bright beam
To end these futile hopes of freedom 
To kill yet one more dream

Soon they met, upon their steeds
They met with swords in hand
One would soon be dead indeed 
And silence covered the land

Their eyes then locked, and began this battle
Thunder crushed the conflicted sky
All the mountains shook and rattled
The wind released a sigh

Then silence returned, this fury complete
But only one, remained on his feet
The other lie still,bye the side of the street
Yes Satan was cast to the depths of defeat

The sun then rose high, the dove could now sing
The people all gathered to greet their new king
For he would now lead them to ages of peace
This death and destruction would finally cease

Rebirth had begun, the fight was now won
This darkest of hours was finally done
But the legend does read, that The Devil's own son
One day would return, to the road called Red Run
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