Heart as cold as ice,
Very being blight.
I now have the dice,
Try and put up your best fight.
I put up with arrows,
You still throw more.
Now vengeance what was sorrow,
I shall no more endure.
Put me through pain,
Me partially to blame.
Now I thee slain,
You lose you own game.
Very being blight.
I now have the dice,
Try and put up your best fight.
I put up with arrows,
You still throw more.
Now vengeance what was sorrow,
I shall no more endure.
Put me through pain,
Me partially to blame.
Now I thee slain,
You lose you own game.

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