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Face your wrath |
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I followed your shadow |
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to the devil's lair |
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Upon a pale horse, |
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pierced, gaunt and red |
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Trampling the chests of demons |
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and not looking back |
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The weight of redemption on my shoulders |
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when you said; |
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"I would give you more gold than you could fit in your fists, |
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the entire world is at your fingertips." |
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Face your rage |
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and your hounds will turn on their own |
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With each nail |
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I will break your every bone |
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Black and blue color my skin; |
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that smirk leaves your face |
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Reciprocated tenfold |
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when I break your curse |
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Hoisted up and bound by a traitor |
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I left him in a field; |
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his insides feed the birds |
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"I would give you more gold than you could fit in your fists, |
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the entire world is at your fingertips." |
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Face your rage |
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'Wrath' is too weak a word |
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When I rise your fate is sealed |
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There will be nothing left but the blood on my knuckles |
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'Wrath' is too weak a word |
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Face your rage |
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and your hounds will turn on their own |
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With these nails |
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I will break your every bone |
