| I will be there when you mock thyself
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| In the nighttime, when the shadows dance
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| I will be there when you burn thyself
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| She betrayed you, coldness tears your soul
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| Out of the darkness
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| Ye’ve locketh me in
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| I have been aneath
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| I’ll feed your fear
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| Whose is this voice, and why this strayness
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| This bitter rage I can’t control?
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| She’ll grind ye down
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| She’ll throw ye out
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| I’ll be all hate that hides in ye
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| And all the things banished
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| I shall promise you vast victories
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| She will be crawling back on hands and knees
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| I shall cease your grief and heavy moan
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| I shall stick the blade through every whore
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| We have no choice, drowned She shall be
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| All th' wounds she stroke in thee
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| Tenfolded striken back in her
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| Tenfolded every whore shall burn
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| In dreadful deeds we shall unite
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| As one we shall not cease the fight
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| I shall set ye on th' throne of night
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| Bring forth revenge that you desire
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| «I grind my teeth, I grind my teeth
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| I bite and pull ye deep beneath
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| Oh, let the children come to me!!!»
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| …And I shall set, yer desires free
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| For dark is our hate
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| So let there be rage!
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| …And I shall show ye th' sterling strength
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| Of thousand pariahs
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| Let there be revenge!
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| I will be there when you mock thyself…
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| My sight, has it frailed
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| Has darkness prevailed?
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| Is someone still here with me?
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| Here in me?
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| These hands are they mine?
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| Is this smile or a grin?
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| What is this hate in me?
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| My love, where is she?
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| Scortum! |
| Scortum!
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| Scornful whores!
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| Blade or a loin they are yearning for more! |