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Broken is the promise
Resource gone, too late
You can’t save your soul
You can’t change the fate.

A fright of your victims
The fright in their faces
Through your eyes now
No sackcloth, no disgrace.

You felt so strong
When they prayed for life
You felt an almighty
When you saw a switchblade knife.

I’m hearing heartbeat
Fear is floating in the air
Revenge, death, redemption
All’s waiting in this bloody chair

I was waiting for this time
I trailed you on your way
Hellfire is burning
I can’t go without my prey.