| Why did you call his name?
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| Why didn’t you accept the shame?
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| Why did you grab the sword you could not handle, you could not bear?
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| What did you try to achieve?
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| What did misguide your belief?
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| What did you think to find in useless battles but tears and death — but tearful
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| death
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| Here lies my dying son
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| Soon my own time will come
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| In the halls of our fathers we shall meet again
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| My world’s now an empty shell
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| I’m burning in a living hell
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| And my soul screams out vengeance, I will not return — not return
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| How did you make him gone?
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| How did you slay my son?
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| Now you will serve the king of pain in his dreadful realm, his fearful realm
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| Where will you meet your death?
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| Where do you hide from my wrath?
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| I will not rest til I’m free from the spell and your doom is sealed,
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| a sinister fate — your sinister fare
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| Here lies my dying son
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| Soon my own time will come
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| In the halls of our fathers we shall meet again
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| My world’s now an empty shell
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| I’m burning in a living hell
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| And my soul screams out vengeance, I will not return — not return
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| Here lies my dying son — I will not rest until my quest is done… |