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Lyrics:

She stood in armour gleaming like an open wound
Between me and my sweet justice

I am rage made bone, Achilles in my mind
My battle cry it is silence.

She smiled and whispered, "Your kind cannot come in here"
Her hand moved to her scythe

My voice it echoed through the Audience chamber
I ran forward with my battle cry

She struck me down, I fell, I gave no resistance
She didn't need to turn to know

My soul rose behind her, I continued on my way
She closed her eyes and called, "Good show."