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I ride the wind and roam the night

When I heard their voices so bright

A translucid dead children choir

Chanting of sorrows so dire

I abided some time at their side

Listening what they had to say

They were chanting how they died

Their faces were ravaged by decay

Their mournful stories amplified hate

Against those who killed for desire

To take vengeance became my fate

Their rapists were consumed by my fire

Their souls shall feed the flame

Of my death crusade

Nemesis shall be my name

The Human Race shall fade