The night is cold, the sky is black,
no turning now, no looking back.
The echoes call, the past still burns,
twilight's the night the tables turn.
They took my trust, they broke my name,
left me drowning in their game.
But shadows whisper, winds ignite,
it's time to rise.it's time to fight.
No mercy left, no words to speak,
I strike where vengeance cuts the deep.
Not just for me, but those who fell,
this reckoning will sound like hell.
A blade of silence, eyes of steel,
no guilt, no sorrow left to feel.
The past is done, the debt is paid,
their darkness fades beneath my blade.
And as the dawn begins to rise,
I walk away with empty eyes.
No chains remain, no ghosts to haunt,
for now, revenge is all I want.
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