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Hate is a train,
That thunders aimless through my head,
And hate is the fame,
Chained to the wheel until I'm dead.

Rage is a flame,
Creates a touch to boil the seas,
And rage is to blame,
Forever sorry I shall be.

And from a darkness I descend,
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge.

No.

You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand,
You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
Straight down into the sorrow... still I stand!

Wrath is the name,
Branding suffer onto you,
And wrath takes the shame,
And holds me down until it's through.

And from a darkness I descend,
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge.

You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand,
You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
I sink into the sorrow... still I stand!

And hate is a train,
That hungers for the flesh's call,
And hate takes the blame,
A beast that never slows at all.

And from a darkness I descend,
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge.

Burst into flame, the bitter end,
And shake these gates of Hell again.

Yeah!

Cursed to drown in sorrow!

You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand,
You took away tomorrow, still I stand,
You left me here with sorrow... still I stand!

Oh...
Still I stand!

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