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The sun is setting |
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And night comes crawling back |
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Out of the shadows deep |
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Comes a creature of the night |
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And now the stars are shining bright |
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Hunting the innocent |
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He draws their burning blood |
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Taking images of lives |
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Being ended |
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The mask he wears |
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Concealing his remorse |
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These memories of life |
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Is getting distant |
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But every time he takes |
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A life as sweet as this |
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His memory is back |
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Of life's unjustfulness |
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But wanting more of life |
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He searches far and wide |
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Arising from the east |
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A ball of searing pain |
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Burning every vein |
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And sleep must come again |
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His fears of waking to a world of unknowns |
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Is becoming a nightmare of truths |
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Every death he has brought to this world |
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Will be known at the end of his time |
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Hunted the innocent |
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He drew their burning blood |
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But now his life |
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Is being ended |
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The mask he used to wear |
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Concealing his remorse |
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Has been forever torn |
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From his burning palm |
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His soul is darkening |
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The future endless black |
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Still hoping for redemption |
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But being pushed into the void |
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His fears of waking to a world of unknowns |
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Is becoming a nightmare of truths |
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Every death he has brought to this world |
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Will be known at the end of his time |
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And now the feeling is leaving his veins |
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The blood is the almighty sin |
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Becoming one with the creature of night |
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Is sure to be ending your life |
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But now the innocent |
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Wanting a sweet revenge |
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Comes crashing down the stair |
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Into the grave |
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And even though remorse |
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Was often in his mind |
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Striking hard and swift |
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The stick is driven through his heart |