| I don’t know what I hold in my hand
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| Could it be that I’m evil?
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| Plunder on, there’s no law in this land
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| The horror guides me through
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| Masterer and subjector of pain
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| I’m the god of the worms
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| Devil’s legion controls the insane
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| You’ll see it when I’m through
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| I’ll hang you higher than before
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| I’ll leave you lying at death’s door
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| Over ruler, enslaver of blood
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| She’s impaled in the fire
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| Fear of God drags her name through the mud
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| Now her life’s cut short
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| Dominator and firmer of sins
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| I’m the lord of the wastelands
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| Bloody hammers and burning hot pins
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| Her story shall be told
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| I’ll hang you higher than before
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| I’ll leave you lying at death’s door
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| I’m the juster and steerer of good
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| As they lace my hand with gold
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| I’ll stand guard as she’s nailed to the wood
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| No truer man than me
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| I’m the king and tormentor of all
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| As I travel the cities
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| Broken peasants and mayors shall call
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| My bloodlust never ends
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| I’ll hang you higher than before
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| I’ll leave you lying at death’s door |