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I rise from slumber one night. |
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I have this urge to kill. |
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A ritual blood bath |
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To fulfill my own true will. |
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I'll call you to come to my place. |
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I'll pour you a glass of wine. |
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I'll tell you that you are beautiful, |
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And then I know that you are mine. |
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There you stand at my doorway, |
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Raindrops dripping from your hair. |
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You ring the bell and call my name. |
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You're getting cold, but I don't care. |
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By this axe I rule, |
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To serve my own vision and will. |
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I am no one's fool. |
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By this axe I rule! |
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Fully prepared, I open the door. |
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Sweet is the smile embellishing your face. |
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You're waiting for me to caress you gently. |
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I spray your blood all over the place. |
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By this axe I rule, |
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To serve my own vision and will. |
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I am no one's fool. |
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By this axe I rule! |
