| At the bottom of the pit
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| I sold my soul to the devil
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| As the crowd shouted for my country
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| For my king
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| I would do anything
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| I would crush any enemy
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| So at the end of my days
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| I bow to another king
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| Now I’m the one screaming
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| For my country, for my king
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| I’d do anything
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| I’ll draw blood from all of your enemies
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| So take me down
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| I’m ready for anything you have to offer
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| From every time
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| I lick the gore from your bones
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| I will grow stronger
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| It’s the funeral of kings
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| It’s the funeral
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| So at the bottom of your hell
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| I find my peace
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| As the crowd shouted for my country
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| For my king
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| I would do anything
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| I would crush any enemy
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| So lift me down from the cross
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| I’ll wear his crown of thorns
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| Now I’m the one screaming
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| For my country, for my king
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| I’d do anything
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| I would crawl on my knees for you
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| So take me down
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| I’m ready for anything you have to offer
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| From every time
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| I lick the gore from your bones
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| I will grow stronger
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| It’s the funeral of kings
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| It’s the funeral
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| Come take me down
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| I’m ready for anything you have to offer me
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| 'Cause every time
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| I lick the gore from your bones
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| I will grow stronger
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| Funeral of Kings! |