
I’d walk through hell for you,
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you.

I’d walk through hell for you,
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you.