| Come from where you hide.
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| (So I may) unchain my tempest.
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| None will stop my tide.
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| (And you will) tremble at my unrest.
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| Find you I will
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| (And take you) up into your Heaven.
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| Commeth soon the kill.
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| (For I have taken) kings and feeble men.
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| And my fury stand ready.
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| I bring all your plans to nought.
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| My bleak heart beats steady.
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| 'Tis you whom I have sought.
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| Feasting myself sick,
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| On your pathetic sins.
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| Wound for me to lick.
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| The work of slaughter begins.
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| In my face see your killer.
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| You can wish me away.
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| In your face I still see her.
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| No more shall you betray.
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| In her face (she) saw her killer.
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| Thou shalt not pray. |