| All you devils plotting on the god and on his throne
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| Blood on my hands again
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| Blood on my hands again
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| Blood on my hands again
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| From the darkest corners of the world with
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| (Demons, twisted suffering)
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| They tried to walk amongst the livin', corrupt the kings that
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| (Dreams of nothing)
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| They see the man in the shadows, lights a fire, lookin' for the one
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| Ridin' on the pale horse, blade and head (Death has come)
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| Fear the reaper when you see his face, in this case, you’re lost
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| Wicked dreams of glory, tell me what your soul has cost
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| I’m the vengeance of the meek, with the hammer of the people
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| I’m the tip of the spear thrown by God (At the evil)
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| As I move upon the wicked through the mist with one objective
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| Send 'em back into the fire, then you gon' be resurrected
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| Sickened soul taken quickly from the shell (From the ruly)
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| Angels cryin' up in Heaven for the path that I have chosen
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| As the wind blows swiftly, fire rises in the night
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| With my blade takin' flight, souls are reachin' for the light
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| Your favorite beat, go 'head and get it
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| Tell 'em I’m the one who sent you
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| If the one who brings the rain and pose as evil that you men do
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| Heard the sounds of the trumpets blown, a king rises to the throne
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| God saved the king unless God wants me to bring him home
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| Stick the razor’s edge in the light, my blade is clean
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| Until it’s pressed against your neck, and now you’re eternal dreamin'
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| And only God could judge me for those things I had to clean away
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| The tidal wave, it came and washed every single thing away
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| And as I stray, lookin' for the day the maker makes a plan
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| I’ll be lurkin' in the shadow with your blood upon my hands
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| All you devils plotting on the god and on his throne
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| Blood on my hands again
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| Blood on my hands again
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| Blood on my hands again
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| Blood on my hands, hands, hands |