There's two roads.
One goes strait, the other nobody knows.
Who would you follow, your friends or your foes?
The sun is setting, soon you won't be able to see. Are you still the hero, you always wanted to be?
Your time grows shorter with each breath, you come to a choice- Life or Death?
There's two roads.
One goes strait, the other nobody knows.
Who would you follow, your friends or your foes?
Afterwards, would you still be willing to let go?
The wind howls against the trees, slowly alive, and breathing.
You open your eyes, try to start seeing.
This dark is consuming, on the other side, evil is brewing.
Maybe next time, there's a chance to do something.
There's two roads.
One goes strait, the other nobody knows.
Who would you follow, your friends or your foes?
Afterwards, would you still be willing to let go?
Or will you curl up, tears you refuse to show?
The light might not come, you might not have a choice.
The night might not come, but you still don't have a voice.
So what's your plan?
You fought for it, but you never ran for it.
There's two roads.
One for your friends, one for your foes.
There's two fights.
One for the light, one for the night.
There's two breaths,
One for your life, one for your death.
There's two roads.
One goes strait, the other nobody knows.
-The Masterhama
