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Little sister, do you remember?
The years have passed, our former life's just dreams
A dying illusion to the house where we were born
The thorns of pain. Can't stand this anymore

So, I took a blade, then I ascended the stairs
To the tyrant's room. In the dark he was waiting there

Listened gently, waiting patiently
The baron's sleeping, buried in his dreams
I turned the latch and opened up the door
"Who is there?" he screamed with age

So, I took the blade, stabbed him once in the heart
Looked at him and said, "Dispatched to hell, I curse thy name!"

Oh, brother, here come the tears of joy
Falling from my bloodshot eyes
At last we will have peace of mind
The tyrant's dead. The sweet revenge

In the dead of night, I hear the beating of his heart
The nightmare keeps returning
I wake up in a sweat. Was it something by the door?
It was the wind and nothing more.

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