What have you done?
(You murderer)
My father's dead
(Your day will come)
Don't hold your breath
The night's still young
Confront your death
Like father, like son
Who's this I see
Approaching me?
The chosen one
Drawing closer, pace by pace
The walking shadow hides its face
Never aware of a looming attack
Like stepping right into a trap
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