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I will be there when you mock thyself |
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In the nighttime, when the shadows dance |
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I will be there when you burn thyself |
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She betrayed you, coldness tears your soul |
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Out of the darkness |
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Ye've locketh me in |
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I have been aneath |
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I'll feed your fear |
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Whose is this voice, and why this strayness, |
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This bitter rage |
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I can't control? |
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She'll grind ye down |
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She'll throw ye out |
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I'll be all hate that hides in ye |
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And all the things banished |
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I shall promise you vast victories |
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She will be crawling back on hands and knees |
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I shall cease your grief and heavy moan |
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I shall stick the blade through every whore |
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We have no choice, drowned |
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She shall be |
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All th' wounds she stroke in thee |
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Tenfolded striken back in her |
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Tenfolded every whore shall burn |
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In dreadful deeds we shall unite |
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As one we shall not cease the fight |
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I shall set ye on th' throne of night, |
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Bring forth revenge that you desire "I grind my teeth, I grind my teeth I bite and pull ye deep beneath Oh, let the children come to me...!" ... |
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And I shall set, yer desires free |
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For dark is our hate |
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So let there be rage! ... |
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And I shall show ye th' sterling strength |
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Of thousand pariahs |
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Let there be revenge! |
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I will be there when you mock thyself... |
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My sight, has it frailed, has darkness prevailed? |
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Is someone still here with me? |
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Here in me? |
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These hands are they mine? |
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Is this smile or a grin? |
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What is this hate in me? |
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My love, where is she? |
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Scortum! Scortum! |
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Scornful whores! |
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Blade or a loin they are yearning for more! |