There will be blood, blood will flow. Your body will result.

There will be blood, blood will flow.
Your body will result. You will fall into pure ash, and your body will burn in the fire.
The gray ash falls like rain drops on the ground.
With your face smashed to the ground, blood will be there.
your arm shatters in chains, bones that gradually breaks into small pieces.
And I'll stand there laughing at you.
I will make sure you suffer.

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