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Through the woods between stem and bark |
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Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night |
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High on her heels above the icecold snow |
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Thunders demons thrilled by the chase |
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To be the one to hunt her down |
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To seize the price for the damage done |
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And bring this DemiGod to justice |
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Before the Grand Duke of Hell |
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(And of her life as well) |
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Little pity will be shown for her insubordination |
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... Be gone! |
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Two thousand souls on killing spree |
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Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity |
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And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect |
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In letting her go... |
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There is but many who die this day |
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As the most crestfallen of angels are slain |
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The wrath bestowed on them all |
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Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall |
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When the dearest of possessions are lost |
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For the folly of one apprentice |
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There is no pain severe enough |
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No sentence matching the crime that has been done |
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Here |
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... Finally... She is free... |
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... To roam the earth... |
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... And all of the above! |
