Needs Must When Vengeance Drives

A man sets out to kill his traitorous friend.

The lust for vengeance gives me strength to stand.
There's an infinite will grasped in my right hand.
With no questions asked, I'll bring ya to absolute justice.
I'll track ya with our hearts; the ones stained red with the same blood,
blood that flowed through our friends, through their veins.
Y'urs will cover the ground like a flood.

I'll find ya. Ya can't hide from me, no matter what ya do.
Mark my words for they are true.
Yes, for they are true, oh, so very true.
Are ya scared? Are ya scared? Would ya squeal, jump if I yell boo?
I'm not sorry for this. Ya lost my respect.
Are ya scared, are ya scared? What'll ya do?

No matter where ya go, I'll give chase,
no matter what ya do. Maybe I'll let ya get ahead in the race,
lull ya into a sense of security, and then carve off y'ur face.
We trusted ya; ya betrayed them. Ya betrayed me.
Go, run ya cowardly little mouse.
I recommend not lookin' back, 'cause it'll be me ya see.

Run far and wide, as as fast as ya can. 
Ya can't hurt me,
I'm the walkin', livin' Dead-Man.
I'll end ya, y'ur life, y'ur existence,
disregard y'ur stubborn insistence.
Y'u're all mine, ya traitor.

I'll murder ya fast. I'll murder ya good,
and I'll murder ya first.
I'll send ya packin' in the back of a hearse.
For the love of all things unholy, hope Hell has room for one such as y'urself.
We'll go together, ol' buddy, ol' friend.
Ya heartless devil, ya put y'ur emotions on the very top shelf.

I'll do the same.
I'll put ya on display,
humiliate ya and make ya feel the shame,
with this pearl handled straight razor.
With this pearl handled straight razor, I get to play surgeon.
I get to play butcher and leave ya hurtin'.

In a day, or in a month,
maybe I'll come. If you're lucky, maybe a year.
Ya won't know when; does that make ya feel the fear?
Ya won't know how long ya got.
That's what ya deserve for y'ur wickedness.
For the heart wrenchin' loss, this is what y'u've wrought.

Run as fast as ya can.
Ya couldn't harm me;
I've the hands of the bloody Dead-Man.
Ya murderous animal, gone are y'ur friends.
Ya ripped out y'ur own black heart;
ya brought about y'ur own untimely end.

I am a walkin', breathin' corpse, a lifeless man walkin' this livin' land.
In my hourglass, there are no grains of sand.
The grains of sand are runnin' out of y'ur hourglass and ...
ya foolish fool, keep hot, keep y'ur cool.
My hexed right hand is my only tool,
the only one I need to sever y'ur evil soul from its evil vessel.

Is he livin'? No, he's dead. "Don't look back," that's what I said.
Hey, there, there goes the Dead-Man.
In the chill of the night, ya committed a crime.
Like a patient spider, I'll catch ya in time.
Look out, there goes the Dead-Man.

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[Pritesh]

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