| I grasp the hilt in judgment
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| The blade is double edged
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| Engraved in it the names who
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| Continue to transgress
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| My arrows drunk with blood
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| My sword devours the flesh
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| The blood of slain and captives
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| Their doubts are laid to rest
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| Where will you go where you will hide
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| Where will you go with your pride
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| This your last chance
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| To plead for mercy
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| The final hour approaches
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| Your time is drawing near
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| Your mind engulfed with times when
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| The warning signs were clear
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| Your blood spews out on top of
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| Years worth of hate and sin
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| Your last words never spoken
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| Know my avenger is here
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| And He is taking no prisoners
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| Fall to your knees and worship
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| For the hour of judgment
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| Is upon you
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| My brethren, I beg of you
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| Do not seek your own vengeance
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| My brothers, do not be overcome with evil
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| But find triumph in what is good |