| Do you mean to challenge me?
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| Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history,
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| Through a future perverted by envy.
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| Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea.
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| Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck.
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| This wont be like the first time you tried,
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| Because my patience and mercy for you has run dry.
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| You’ve watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight.
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| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing
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| And the angles will join me…
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| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
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| But mark my words,
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| Because if that tree keeps them from seeing me I will burn off your limbs and you will never shade again.
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| You will bow at my feet or I’ll rip out your knees
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| And make of your face all the carnage you crave.
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| I am the Finisher and I am Forever.
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| I will sing to the world your storm is capturing
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| And the angels will join me…
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| We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
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| From the armories the angels sing. |
| You will see them end this suffering.
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| From the armories the angels sing. |
| You will fear them when they lift their
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| wings.
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| They will sing to a world reborn.
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| They will sing as I cut off your horns.
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| I’ll cut off your horns. |