| My pale face glows in the light of fire
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| My hollow eyes see but cannot see
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| I stare deep into the glowing inferno
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| The loss I feel is breaking me
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| I heard their screams
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| Through flaming walls
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| Walls, I could not tear down
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| I could not help them
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| I’d been away for two full years
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| Only to return too late to save them
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| Helplessly I watched my life go up in flames
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| I pull the sword from the glowing fire
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| And hammer-beat it on the anvil
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| Forging it with rage and hate
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| I will seal my enemy’s fate
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| I ingrave the blade with magic runes
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| And summon Gods by sacrifice in blood
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| Pure blue hate shines within this sword
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| This magic sword will cut only once
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| No sword has ever been like this one
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| The Avenger is it’s name
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| Now my sworn enemy
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| Vengeance will belong to me
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| A year has gone by
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| Now my sworn enemy
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| It’s your turn to die!
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| It’s your turn to die!
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| Die!
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| To die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| Die!
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| The sword cuts through his throat
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| His head tumbles to the ground
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| The headless body lays gently down
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| Down to sleep in a pool of blood
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| The Avenger has lost its shine
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| The magic is now drained
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| Dull and useless it rests in my hand
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| It’s purpose is soon fulfilled
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| Now hate is gone but emptiness remains
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| So I turn the blade around
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| And run it through my stomach veins
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| And I fall to the ground
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| To the ground |