Man, the one we followed has fallen to our foe
But, oh man, you can't just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting tongues
Your tolls grow tallies, but there's no judge to pay the debts
Our judge is dead but one must reside to bring down judgment
This is my call from the kingdom and i will stand
Yes, i will stand
I'll stand for the fires of the victims
Left to die
Left to die
And i'll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Burned alive
Burning alive
[x2]
Daughter! sweet daughter!
What has brought this bed of blood?
What man? what man has entered my home?
He's wreathed your body in sin
He must pay!
Now take my hand and show me the den where he lays
I'll marry a blade to his throat
I'll marry a blade to his throat
There's going to be blood for the blood that you've spilled
Blood for the blood of your forced will
We'll stand by the fires of the victims
Left to die
Left to die
And we'll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Burned alive
Burning alive
[x2]
Now cut, cut until the head comes off
Until the head comes off
Now you've got to cut, cut until the head comes off
Until the head comes off
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