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I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun.
Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high swinging my gun.
I say this little boy is angry, i say this little boy is mad!
This little boy comes to destroy, stone-eyed, cold-faced in swathes of vengeance clad.

And the black cock crows. and a dead wind blows.

In my wake are seven men who tried to steal my soul.
In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl from their foul hole.
I say no earthly will may stop me, i say no earthly will may try.
No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds and tears from craving eyes.

And the black cock crows. and a dead wind blows.

Below me burn the city lights like fires of pearls and jewels.
I'm climbling down the city walls, unseen, unfussed - the sentries must be fools.
I say all pleasantries are over, i say all pleasantries are past.
My enemies, you pimps and thieves, prepare to meet your nemesis at last.

And the black cock crows. and the dead wind blows.