When she'll forget what she did to him
And will be laughing in her safe heaven
With her glass filled with happiness
He shall walk-in to fill her life with stygian gloom;
She'll pay the debt,
He doesn't knows how but
He'll figure it out &
Get her blood-eagled;
She'll beg for death and he'll serve her life,
He shall drag her to the grave and won't burry her
When she is laid on pyre
He'll make the clouds rain
Eagles shall eat her half when she's alive & then reject her
Dear satan,
He'll keep sending her to the door of death
You keep giving her life,
He's looking for his niche
&
A cold blooded Revenge is all he seeks
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