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You Will Pay for Your Sins

Beneath the crimson moon, my wrath was born,

A soul in torment, broken and torn.

Each wound you gave, a seed of despair,

Now I rise, your nightmare, your prayer.

Your lies and deceit etched deep in my flesh,

But vengeance will bloom in the darkness afresh.

You will pay for your sins, with blood and bone,

The cries of the damned will be your throne.

No mercy will greet you, no light will remain,

For your soul shall drown in eternal pain.

In the shadows I walk, a hunter unseen,

A specter of anguish, cruel and obscene.

Your name is a curse, your fate a decree,

For every scar you gave, you’ll pay to me.

You will pay for your sins, with blood and bone,

The cries of the damned will be your throne.

No mercy will greet you, no light will remain,

For your soul shall drown in eternal pain.

Hear the whispers that coil in your mind,

A symphony of terror, your end defined.

You made me a demon, you forged my decay,

Now feel my wrath as I make you repay.

Ashes and shadows, your kingdom will fall,

The price of your treachery will consume all.

Your sins are a beacon, your screams the hymn,

As you pay the price for the hell you’ve bred within.