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Innocently they got there |
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On that night of rage |
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Through their pores, we saw the source |
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Of what makes us rave |
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Then the wrath would come along |
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With a violent frame |
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And an arrow would cross their hearts |
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Nothing stopped our massive assail |
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The fists, the screams, the struggle |
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The wrath, the rage, the bleeding |
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They were lightening the flames |
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Of our fire, we just made them pay |
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Bloodshed |
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None of them could flee |
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We listened to their plea |
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Bloodshed |
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They wanted to bleed |
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As wrath shots came to us |
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We felt glorified |
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We let our fists be our voice |
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And they covered the night |
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We dressed our hearts in black |
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To continue the fight |
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And a ray guided our hate |
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Where night shows it's evil side |
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Blood is what they wished |
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Someone had to pay |
