| 1. Strophe
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| A night full of rain and terror — the streets of London town
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| Groaning with pain — clangs in my ear — an unspeakable yell
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| The Tavern, it’s source — I am full of remorse — nobody here cares
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| Dispute of two — this can’t be true
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| Every order I obey is forced … human nature has a primitive cause
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| Leave behind the chain…
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| Everything seems to change
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| The inner me … drawn forth… a heedless act
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| The vision narrow… like a bull in a crimson cloak
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| My Rage is on — there’s no way to run — summon the beast… engage
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| Without a thought… considerateness… is just what’s missing…
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| Restrain the beast … tame it to succeed
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| 2.Strophe
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| The knife unsheathed in Fury- the victim on the ground
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| My savage blow… meets the aggressor unprepared
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| You bloody mess… You will suffer … it’s your fault
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| I look up … she is looming over him … laughing
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| She calls me a fool
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| Interlude
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| Yesterday night, the most gruesome criminal of our town could escape the
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| clutches of London’s justice. |
| She has been hunted down for month
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| In the process of investigation numerous resources of the city were used |
| When at last she was compromised by a lone policeman in a local tavern,
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| an unknown stranger took him out violently and without any warning,
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| helping her to escape
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| The witnesses described the stranger as beastlike, bloodthirsty, unlike a human
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| How could this be wrong? |
| … I was trying to help… It felt so good,
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| so true… no thought could equal the feeling of honest rage… Isn’t a man just a
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| beast with a leash? |