When the sun goes down,
She'll rise from her corpse.
With a sword in her hand,
She'll avenge her dead soul.
Those who did wrong to her,
Will pay with their lives.
Cause this time she's cold as ice.
This time no one can stop her,
This time, she's back for blood
Of those lions in the skin of a goat.
She'll make sure they kill themselves,
Just like they killed her loved one.
She'll take her time and plot their demise,
And then she'll laugh when they cry.
She'll find solace in their pain,
And will not stop until they become insane.
Cause this is her revenge.
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