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Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers |
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And those with whom |
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I find no fault |
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Just give me bodies - and the means to kill |
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It matters not who is guilty, who is innocent |
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It only matters where my fancy leads me |
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I live to please myself as you blood spills out |
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When you expire - there's a hundred more: |
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All who came to see - the curious, the morbid |
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Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assorted |
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Spectacle played out en masse |
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You soul means nothing, your pain even less |
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As your loved one plead for my forgiveness |
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Not an ounce of mercy will |
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I give out |
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Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot |
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Wailing crise, limbs torn out by the root |
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Entertaining drunken guests as the |
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Christians are martyred |
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Crimes so petty - the result - drawn and quartered |
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The result - drawn and quartered |
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How can it be, as my own death is imminent |
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That you, oh |
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Lord, still love me |
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A life in the pleasure of torture and murder |
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I can't understand it - |
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I can't understand |