To hell with them, whose hands sparked the flame
that on our sleepy hamlet fed. The blame,
the blood, the curse on their heads;  these  men
unlike men;  my path is their end.

Bring me the blade! Bring me the axe!
more heads I’ll decouple through swift-striking hacks
More blood! More glory! Less prayers left to plead,
Bring me the venison! Bring me the mead!

The reward of vengeance is vengeance, alone,
I do not seek penance. I will not atone.
And when I am slain, through hell I will surge
and redoubling my vengeance, I emerge.

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