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War after war in the name of his sovereign king
 
A seventeenth century fury, devoid of all shame
 
Through pistol, cutlass and rapier, the world knew his name
 
So too does the Reaper, and beckons to Solomon Kane
.
 
A time to fight evil with evil, purge wickedness far from the land
 
Anger, murder and hatred, the cost of the toll
 
On the brink of destruction he falters, unsure of his stand
 
No riches, nor rapture enough to replenish his soul
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A scream from the Devils Reaper
 
Cuts deep through the ice in your soul
 
“I have come for you, Solomon Kane”
 
“To claim back the Time, that you stole”
.
 
You wake from your world of dreams
 
The dreams that do haunt you, still
 
Renounced your evil ways, it seems
 
No - more you will live, to Kill
.
 
In penance here, behind these walls of virtue
 
“Oh! Father, do not make me beg, I pray
 
Cast from Heavens favour, crowned unholy
 
Let loose the Devils Children, for to play
.
 
The corpses piling high, upon the pyre
 
His bounty just a book and some stale bread
 
From regal and the noblest of beginnings
 
Alone there on the road, he’s left for dead
.
 
Dispense now with the boy you gutter demon
 
The daggers kiss then stole his life away
 
“If I kill you, demon, then I am bound for Hell”
 
“But that’s a price, that I will gladly pay”
.
 
Adorned by a broad-rimmed hat and a flowing cape
 
His journey’s long, his homeland’s where he’ll start
 
His task laid out before him, Merediths escape
 
No love, nor needless pity, in his heart
.
 
The preachers flock have changed now for the worse
 
They clamber for to tear the flesh, from bone
 
As MalachI bestowed on each, his curse
 
The Chapel cellar walls, their only home
.
 
The fate of defiance is fixing
 
The Hapless aloft, on the cross
 
Rain softens a cruel crucifixion
 
Sweet Meredith’s … not yet lost
.
 
A Priest sold his soul, to the Devil
 
At the castle, of Solomons birth
 
Welcome home, Solomon Kane
 
His friends, cut to bits in the dirt
.
 
“Forsake me not, Heavenly Father”
 
“Do I call on your Mercy, in vain”
 
Redemption lies there, at Your Alter
 
“RETURN TO ME” ….. Solomon Kane
.
 
There once was a time, full of burden
 
A time without hope, for a Saviour
 
When no-one would stand against Evil
 
“THAT TIME, MY LORD.... NOW IT IS OVER”
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