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Satanic, born on the dark side, |
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My mother screaming my name, |
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Mine is a heartless story, |
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Banished like the embers by the rain |
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This manic dawn is my birthright, |
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Insanity fuels my veins, |
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My passion fused with fury, |
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Ravaged, and my wounds incite the pain |
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I wanna kill the King of Britain dead, |
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I wanna thrust a knife deep in his chest, |
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I wanna feel and see his blood run red, |
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I cannot rest till I am King, |
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For no man's fool am I |
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I'll kill the King; I wanna see him dead |
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I wanna seize his Kingdom, gonna take his head, |
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I wanna kill the King and rule myself instead, |
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My demons testify, supreme, |
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I will not be denied again |
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Grey shadows caught in the half-light, |
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Is what I've seen pre-ordained? |
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Destiny, hope and glory, |
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Balanced by the gloom inside the grave |
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I've rallied thieves, thugs and low life, |
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My band of mercenary strays |
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And when I'm King they'll deal my justice |
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With the swiftness of a blade |
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I wanna kill the King of Britain dead, |
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I wanna thrust a knife deep in his chest, |
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I wanna feel and see his blood run red, |
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I cannot rest till I am King, |
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For no man's fool am I |
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I'll kill the King; I wanna see him dead |
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I wanna seize his Kingdom, gonna take his head, |
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I wanna kill the King and rule myself instead, |
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My demons testify, supreme, |
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I will not be denied again |
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I wanna kill the King of Britain dead, |
|
I wanna thrust a knife deep in his chest, |
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I wanna feel and see his blood run red, |
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I cannot rest till I am King, |
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For no man's fool am I |
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I'll kill the King; I wanna see him dead |
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I wanna seize his Kingdom, gonna take his head, |
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I wanna kill the King and rule myself instead, |
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My demons testify, supreme, |
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I will not be denied again |
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I'll kill the King; I wanna see him dead |
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I wanna seize his Kingdom, gonna take his head, |
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I wanna kill the King and rule myself instead, |
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My demons testify, supreme, |
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I will not be denied again |
