| I have led the lamb into the slaughter
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| Ice flowed through my veins
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| I was my own worst enemy, still hellish memories remain
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| I have shown the serpent into the garden
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| And wore the Mark of Cain
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| Take a look in these eyes, where the past evil lies —
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| And feel my pain
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| Oh — the hell’s hounds drawing near
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| …And my conscience isn’t clear
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| I’m the one who whispered the words to Judas
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| I’m the hangman’s noose
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| Though I try to repent, in a valiant attempt —
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| It’s no use
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| I’m the judge, the jury, the executioner
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| Oh, the things I’ve seen
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| With an eye for an eye, kill the man, kill the past, kill the dream
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| Oh — the hell’s hounds drawing near
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| …And my conscience isn’t clear
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| I’ve been to hell and back…
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| And I can’t justify believing the lie, I slowly fade to black
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| Learning to live and die — I’m learning to fly
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| Under the moonlit glow — I just can’t let it go
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| Words spoke in vain, now fall like a silent tear
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| As shades dance by candlelight — in the dead of night
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| And all of the things I yearn slowly disappear
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| And now there’s nothing here…
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| Riding the storm, heading for a fall
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| I curse you all — be damned
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| Through the haze, the sword that cuts both ways
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| A line is drawn in the sand
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| Ironbound — a will as cold as steel
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| To conquer all and divide
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| Striking with an iron fist of will
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| I will not be denied
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| On and on and on… No quarter asked, no quarter given
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| On and on and on… Never forgotten or forgiven
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| Thunders rise from the terror’s eyes
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| Scorched by a heart drenched in black
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| No return, I will watch it burn
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| Now there’s no turning back
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| On and on and on… No quarter asked, no quarter given
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| On and on and on… Never forgotten or forgiven
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| I’ve been to hell and back…
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| And I can’t justify believing the lie, I slowly fade to black
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| Learning to live and die — I’m learning to fly |