| Executed for something that you’ve never done
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| Your life has barely even just begun
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| You swear every last one would pay
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| You promise to return from the Grave
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| As a man of religion you will die
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| But the promise of God is lies
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| Your faith was given all in vain
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| Hope — mere illusion in your brain
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| Free from grace of Holy Rest
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| Absolute nocturnal death
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| Soon lie in the grave awaiting those to be repaid
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| The trial — how long you have waited for this day
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| Guilty is what you hope they won’t say
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| But luck forgot your name this day!
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| Sent to Death
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| Die
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| No delay
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| Now in your grave you rot, deep inside your cemetery plot
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| Your epitaph spells out lies, as a friend looks down and cries
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| Break the brace of certain death, return from your
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| Eternal rest
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| Strike out from your very grave, soon they all will be repaid
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| As you rot awaiting your great transition
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| Patience is a virtue in this plight
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| Hell’s price for rebirth and reprisal
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| Long awaited
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| Many Full Moon nights
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| Now the time has ended, your corpse has fallen to dust
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| Your Blessed Death the jury’s invitation
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| For you’re falsified unjust
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| Now you’ll gain the satisfaction of your unrelenting thirst
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| But the Hell that’s expected now a violence getting worse
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| My soul is reborn with hatred and scorn
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| For vengeance of death and not prison
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| Beware of my toll I’ll torture your soul
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| From the Black of Hell I have risen
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| The jurors die in cold blood in their bed
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| For the verdict that left me dead
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| And for the lawyer the went unsaid
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| A pathetic man from Harvard now dead
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| The judge will be torn at his seams
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| For the hammer that smashed my dreams
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| Now they’re all here in Hell
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| They learned a lesson I can tell
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| Free from all the misery, I killed those who sentenced me
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| Sent to die at twenty-three, now I roam the fiery sea
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| A case with no evidence ends in Death and Innocence
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| Easy people are misled
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| Soon victims of Undead |