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Carried down yet another ghostly road |
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Of a life already lived and faded |
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Passing yet another broken man |
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His life in burning iron ruins |
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His void is the thoughtless wake of others |
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A damaged eye, bleeding black and blurred |
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As quick as it came |
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The face is gone |
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Three more in its place |
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A war is on |
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The other rises |
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shining in his violence |
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His annihilation is my aim |
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No blood is spilled |
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Only smiles from his lips |
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Twist his arm |
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Bend them back, tie his legs in knots |
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Bones should break, instead they bend |
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To north, to south, to east and west |
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Crush by my will |
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Our war has bound him down |
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In shackles of skin and bone |
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"Beat him, bind him, fill his veins with the tranquil lead of night" |