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I hear the ravens calling to you Oh soulless creature violent death Scapegoated, blame laid upon me I'll be damned to take what's left The root of the problem Has been buried too deep By the time you get to it Problems will have surpassed the end Dig them up Or let the pendulum swing I put my hand to your heart And let the bullet burn your blood You seem to me death incarnate Raper of life, killer of love From Letras Mania