Lletres: Zakk Wylde. Book Of Shadows. Peddlers Of Death.

Come, 'Take My Hand'
Let us walk for a while
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smile

For the peddlers of death
Come, calling one more time
Bearing promises

So called friends running loose
Draining you whole
'Til you're of no use
Letting go of what you need most

Early wish
Early grave
Early ghost