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I was tired

Had walked for miles

Left my post

Fled like a ghost

When it started to rain

At the inn I hid my face

He pulled her through the door

Right then and there, I swore

She was to be mine

I can’t just sit by

Something shifts inside

No more can I hide

What made me iron?

What put death in my eyes?

I am the mountain of fire

In my ashes, he’ll die

And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow

Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake

Threw the hatchet down

Fingers hit the ground

Blood splattered the crown

Don’t look back, just run

His dogs are whipped and starved

I won’t simply be hung

He will show no mercy

I’ll ask for no quarter