Red is the color of evil
The flash of hair and all is lost
A lusty law of self loathing
Even I'm drawn to the red, to death
The blood flows down the shoulders
Darkness shines in the eyes
They pierce you and you fall

Am I not your guardian?
Are you not my brother?
And even Cain knows,
We are our brother's keeper

The heat of passion
Flows from the creature
An illustrious flame to draw you in
You are in the crosshairs
But am I no better then the daemon?
I see you fall and I can't,
I can't bring my self to stop you

Am I not your guardian?
Are you not my brother?
And even Cain knows,
We are our brother's keeper

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