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Along deserted avenues |
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Steam begins to rise |
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The figures primed and ready |
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Prepared for quick surprise |
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He's watching for a sign |
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His life is on the line |
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Sworn to avenge |
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Condemned to Hell |
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Tempt not the blade |
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All fear the Sentinel |
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Dogs whine in the alleys |
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Smoke is on the wind |
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From deep inside its empty shell |
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A cathedral bell begins |
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Ringing out its toll |
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A storm begins to grow |
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Sworn to avenge |
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Condemned to Hell |
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Tempt not the blade |
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All fear the Sentinel |
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Amidst the upturned burned-out cars |
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The challengers await |
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And in their fists clutch iron bars |
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With which to seal his fate |
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Across his chest in scabbards rest |
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The rows of throwing knives |
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Whose razor points in challenged tests |
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Have finished many lives |
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Now facing one another |
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The stand-off eats at time |
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Then all at once a silence falls |
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As the bell ceases its chime |
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Upon this sign, the challengers |
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With shrieks and cries rush forth |
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The knives fly out like bullets |
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Upon their deadly course |
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Screams of pain and agony |
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Rend the silent air |
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Amidst the dying bodies |
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Blood runs everywhere |
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The figure stands expressionless |
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Impassive and alone |
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Unmoved by this victory |
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And the seeds of death he's sown |
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Sworn to avenge |
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Condemned to Hell |
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Tempt not the blade |
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All fear the Sentinel |
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Sworn to avenge |
|
Condemned to Hell |
|
Tempt not the blade |
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All fear the Sentinel |
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Sworn to avenge |
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Condemned to Hell |
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Tempt not the blade |
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All fear the Sentinel |
