I am the first-born, all hail the glory
Of my noble bloodline
But you my brother, you are unlike me
Fed by ambition, and pampered by greed
So my brother, it has to be decided
Who will have this day, I hope your gun is loaded
Oh, fellow sibling, I have waited for this day
To shed first blood, and take it all away
Take what's yours and make it all mine
The hour is upon us brother, to draw the pistols at dawn
First shot I will take
Second shot takes you
Face first on the ground
Now you're finally through
Not so fast my brother
I'm not done yet
I've only just begun
I'm gonna tear you apart
I will tear you apart, I will tear you asunder
My brother I will tear you apart
I am the first-born, all hail the glory
But you my brother, you are unlike me
So my brother, it must be decided
To draw the pistols at dawn

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