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I
saw her face again today, from this world I break away-
There's nothing
more to say I screamed her name out from my grave-
From the highest
mountain top, I burn her memory today-
She was a ghost burned
in my soul, her voice a blessed curse in gold-
Her kiss was a knife
I used to cut myself to pay the toll-
I swore my vengeance, dug the
grave and with their deaths reclaimed control-
Beyond the
blood, her face remains, imbedded in my heart, my brain-
I can't forget
the faces of the slain, I still can't shake that pain-
So when I die
I'll sing her song and scream out loud her name.