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1246, terror grips these streets

Corruption and malice, course through his veins

Like a Barghest he hungers, your suffering his feast

Fall to your knees

I control your fate

My word is the law

I am the Hammer of the Poor

Shun his gaze, or a torn you will pay

Your pleas of innocence, guilt in his eyes

For you my friend, the Heron pit awaits

Fall to your knees

I control your fate

My word is the law

I am the Hammer of the Poor

William Heron, a sheriff most foul

His soul burns eternal in the furnaces of hell

Fall to your knees

I control your fate

My word is the law

I am the Hammer of the Poor

Ia ma the Hammer