Judge
this war was started by your cannons aimed at my door
now i'll be the judge, i'm prepared with my spade
to bury us six feet below the ground
i'll make sure you never rise again
i'll be the hunter and you will be my prey
and this time you will run for your life
when i become a monster you always claimed i was
till i leave every lingering memory of us in ruins
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