Woulds't thou atone?
Tyrant of many,
Wicked Master
Bearer of the sword?
Woulds't thou forgive,
you profane wretch!
All that you became,
the dam-ned soul?
Until you feel the sharp blade of remorse
Your mind and soul have no recourse...
Hear this Colossus:
I'll topple you!
No more lies
To blind the sighted!
I'll destroy you!
Your fate
Has been Decided...
Woulds't thou be me?
Lonely wonder,
Black night laughing,
Burning insides?
I'd not be you...
Hear this Colossus:
I'll topple you!
I'll fix the nail
and turn the screw...












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