| Fifteen nights of pouring rain
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| Night of dull unbearable pain
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| I move at night and sleep by day
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| Don’t know any other way
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| I will always be here
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| They will curse, they will fear
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| They will wave their torches
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| And their spears in the night
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| I will always be here
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| I will always appear
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| In rumours and legends
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| Of greed and betrayal
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| Retribution and vengeance
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| I know you count me out for good
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| But I don’t think you understood
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| I lick my wounds and dare to dream
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| I curse, I year, I plan and scheme
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| The fifteenth day, now the night falls
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| You’re safe behind your garden walls
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| I roam the woods, broken and sad
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| You took from me the little I had
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| The sixteenth day I celebrate
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| The sixteenth day, I seal my fate
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| To be an out cast, never be
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| A part of your sick treachery |