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The bandits be my weaknesses
His fault shall be my knife
His weapon be
His weapon be my innocence
The killer must not die
Is there a charge against my fate,
Can't I betray my hate ?
Will I regain my father's gait,
Must the killer die ?
The testament lies hidden from me
Underneath my sins
A carriage
A carriage will take me to
The valley of the Kings
