My head's to the stone
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The executioner's coming
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My sins stand alone
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Soon my blood will be running
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Save my soul
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From the path that awaits me
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His blade will crack the stone
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And darkness will wake me
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Fight the dead
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Or tomorrow they'll take you
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Away to the hills
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Where they laugh as they break you
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Live in sin
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And play with the damned
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You'll fight with the beast, and eat at the feast, before you become a man
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Shed the tears
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Of the Angels who want you
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Taste the fears
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Of the devils who haunt you
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Rape the dead
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Make love to the living
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They'll take all you have
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Until you stop giving
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Many times, the sound of the dead
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Has rung through the hills, still rings through my head
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Dry your eyes of the tears you're creating
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Say goodbye, the hangman is waiting
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Feel the end, ice to the bone
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His task is done, the hangman goes home
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Executioner
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| Sacred Rite |
