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Rise, Rise Again, Blood of the Undead Traitor
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor, Shadows chase away laughter and days bleed into night. Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor. The towers are unforgiving, they are bitter, Grey skies that hovers above all they bear witness with startling sight. Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor, Fate and fantasies grapple as one who might emerge victor? The prisoner begs in vain and broken for release into the world of light, Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor. Kings and queens lived and died as mortals, the kingdom's greatest dictators, Those who reasoned with the Devil,should have known what is better and right. Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor. Hollow guests of the darkened chambers moan as one and me, the narrator- I am deeply transformed, because the stories they tell, hooks to my mind. Fight To rise, rise again, blood of the undead traitor. But a man can only kneel before greatness and submit himself to the creator. And when I turn my head, only to see the Thames trailing softly by, washed by midnight- Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor. Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor.
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