Toil and weariness
Invite you to sleep
Into your dreams
Come the hate you reap

The weak ones that could not defend themselves
Upon whom your touch
Drew blood and pain
The dark headed young one heart broken in two
Now dead and silent lay

So if you die
Before you wake
Your evil soul
I  shall surely take

Your judges were victims
Hearts that bled
Those whose lives you covered with tears
The sentence was passed without consideration of pity
To hell's caves for a thousand years

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