| Cold and wet the empty streets
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| Hallow steps a fading sound
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| Here where they do their misdeeds
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| She rises from the ground
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| Through the dark she creeps
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| She’s been called back to life
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| Yet unknown, yet unseen
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| A shadow in their minds
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| She says ‘reverse… strike back'!
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| She’s been known by many names
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| Before they banished her kind
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| Bound her for all centuries
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| Erased her from their minds
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| Was it me that called her back to life?
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| Summoned her so many times
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| Too many absent years
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| Despair beyond repair
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| She’s knocking at their doors
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| She whispers into their ear
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| Get up from the floor
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| Remember me, I am your voice
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| I am your defence
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| I will help you to strike
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| The darkest goddess of revenge
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| I will show you how to fight
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| Through dark streets and corridors
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| Frightened vessels, broken pride
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| She gathers more and more
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| She leaves a knife by their side
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| So they cut the fists that cause the pain
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| And she smiles satisfied
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| Her image burned in their minds
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| The memory of womankind
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| Remember her bittersweet words
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| Make the choice today
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| She’s your shield; |
| she’s your sword
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| I hope she has come to stay |