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A shadow creeping through the night |
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Breathing in silence, hardly any sound |
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Warily avoiding light |
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Cloaked in blackness, noone is around |
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Only the moon could see his face |
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Emotionless, determined and pale |
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No sign, no trace |
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A moonlit lane, |
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So quiet and alone |
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No sign, no trace |
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A sudden blink: the dagger's |
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Blade is drawn On that mission |
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I am straight |
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They demand I'll spill |
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Blood at their feet |
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My work is based on hate, |
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On jealousy and greed |
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Stand up to me and fight |
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Forever you can't hide |
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Your death is my concern |
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By night I shall return |
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There is no shade in his hood |
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Not even light in his eyes |
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His skull-key masters the lock |
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A dream will end |
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With a horrible surprise I don't know the way you lived |
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I'll never know your kin |
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Or what you did |
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Which makes me take |
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Your breathing air |
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But honestly: I don't care! |
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On that mission... |
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Why should I be |
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Punished in hellfire? |
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I'm just the bearer |
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Being hired! |
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On that mission... |
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At dawn you will have learned! |
