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Man, the one we followed has fallen to our foe
But, oh man, you canât just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting tongues
Your tolls grow tallies, but thereâs 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
Iâll stand for the fires of the victims
Left to die
Left to die
And Iâll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Burned alive
Burning alive
Daughter! Sweet daughter!
What has brought this bed of blood?
What man? What man has entered my home?
Heâs wreathed your body in sin
He must pay!
Now take my hand and show me the den where he lays
Iâll marry a blade to his throat
Iâll marry a blade to his throat
Thereâs going to be blood for the blood that you've spilled
Blood for the blood of your forced will
Weâll stand by the fires of the victims
Left to die
Left to die
And weâll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Burned alive
Burning alive
Now cut, cut until the head comes off
Until the head comes off
Now youâve got to cut, cut until the head comes off
Until the head comes off