| Man, the one you followed has fallen to our foe
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| But, oh man, you can’t just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting
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| tongues
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| Your tolls grow tallies, but there’s no judge to pay the debts
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| Our judge is dead but one must reside to bring down judgment
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| This is my call from the kingdom, and I will stand
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| Yes, I will stand
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| I’ll stand for the fires of the victims
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| Left to die
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| Left to die
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| And I’ll stay until they’re cowards on a pyre
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| Burned alive
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| Burning alive
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| Daughter, sweet daughter
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| What has brought this bed of blood?
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| What man? |
| What man has entered my home?
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| He’s wreathed your body in sin
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| He must pay
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| Now take my hand and show me the den where he lays
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| I’ll marry a blade to his throat
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| I’ll marry a blade to his throat
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| There’s going to be blood for the blood you’ve spilled
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| Blood for the blood of your forced will
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| We’ll stand for the fires of the victims
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| Left to die
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| Left to die
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| And we’ll stay until they’re cowards on a pyre
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| Burned alive
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| Burning alive
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| Now cut, cut 'til the head comes off
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| Until the head comes off
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| Now you’ve got to cut, cut 'til the head comes off
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| Until the head comes off |