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Payback

Updated on January 20, 2016

The pointed dagger, hushed my presence; direct death without a sigh

Eerie darkness overtook me, my spirit watched my essence die

I'll remember the hand of my demise, once I'm in my tomb

Disgrace his own mother, vie his brother, the butcher was my groom

Frigid with death, my corpse will lie harboring ill will

You'll hear the whisper from the past, then you'll sense the chill

With all my strength I will redirect this excruciating pain

Implant my nightmares in your dreams, and I'll be at peace again.


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