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You'd spit on your mother's grave

Go against the stream

Nothing and no one can stop you now

Betrayer of the heavens

And no stranger to sin

No care in the world to hold it in

But sooner than later

You're caught as a traitor

Renegade, renegade

Walls are closing in

There is a room in hell made for you

Renegade, renegade

Out of control

It is way too late, a lost soul

Can you smell the sulfur

Hands are pulling you down

Into the abyss where you belong

It's strange that you held out so long

Demons are sharpening their tools

Just for you

But sooner than later

You're caught as a traitor

Renegade, renegade

Walls are closing in

There is a room in hell made for you

Renegade, renegade

Out of control

It is way too late, a lost soul

He doesn't give a damn about royalty

He doesn't give a fuck about being nice

Renegade, renegade

Walls are closing in

There is a room in hell made for you

Renegade, renegade

Out of control

It is way too late, a lost soul

Renegade, renegade

Walls are closing in

There is a room in hell made for you

Renegade, renegade

Out of control

It is way too late, a lost soul

A lost soul