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The breed is dead our children |
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They were our last resort |
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To keep the tribe alive with |
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At least just a final tort |
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With all his evil anger |
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He came to take their souls |
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Some hang on gallows bleeding |
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Some lie in burning holes |
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We want we want we want him |
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We came to hang him higher |
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We know who he was |
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We know where he lives |
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We know how to treat him |
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Our folk never forgives |
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Here we stand |
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And found him resting |
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Out of danger at least he thinks |
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And he will pay his debt now |
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Grim Reaper already winks |
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We came to hang him higher |
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We want we want we want him |
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We came to hang him higher |
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We want to see him pay |
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For all the things he did |
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We want to see him hang |
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Right here in our mid |
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We came to see him dead |
