| He came from the mountains up north
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| And the memory remains
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| Like blood on my sleeve
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| That won’t go away
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| A man from the mountains up north
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| He ripped of a smile
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| From this little boys face
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| When you went away
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| A little spark grew
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| And the art of hating you
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| Hold me father
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| Embrace me with your ever smile
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| Sole survivor
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| And shine upon me like a star
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| Fear me pagan
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| As I am coming to end your list
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| The son of a murdered father lives inside of me
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| So bow for me pagan
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| And in heaven I write your name
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| And may the color remind me of life once again
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| As it pours from the edge of my blade
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| A feeling still fresh in my memory
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| When you closed his eyes
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| You took out my light as well
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| Turned heaven to hell
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| I swore on my family name
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| I swore I would find him and treat him the same
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| But I get no peace
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| My heart can not rest
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| Until my work here is done
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| So hear me father
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| Once again I am talking to you
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| No need to bother
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| I must do what I’m destined to do
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| I’ve killed you in so many ways
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| Since the day I saw you in the haze
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| I’ve been trying to sleep
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| But it’s hard to do
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| When the ravens are
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| In my head
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| Why, father?
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| Why didn’t my pain go away
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| I am back
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| And I’ll sleep
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| With my conscience tonight
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| I traveled far away from home
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| I traveled over waters
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| Just to send him right where he belong
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| The black ravens showed me the way |