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Not flock of ravens flew together |
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On piles of decaying bones |
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At night at circle of fire |
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Some killers gathered |
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How many clothes and faces |
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From churches and prisons |
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They gathered for great war |
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Here is one aim for all of them |
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They live without power and laws |
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Between them man, who fugitive |
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From coast of island of death |
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He brought a pain and misery |
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You can hear it. |
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Danger, blood, depravity, fraud is- |
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Ties essence of terrible family |
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With cold soul, He |
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Went through all degrees of evil |
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He slaughtered |
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Widow with small child |
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He don't forgive, he don't regret |
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Whom make murder happy? |
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Answer me! |