No Relief:

There will no rest for the wicked Till vengeance has run its course Not here Not there Not anywhere No rest for the envious Beneath the midnight wings of fear Hunting through worlds and time Heaven and hell Ghost in tireless pursuit of all that's rightfully mine Battles lost Battles won Standing now Beneath a fetid yellow sun Daemon crazed The clawed ancestors favorite son There will be no rest for the treacherous Till the hungry has been fed Gorged on redemption Drunk on destruction And every world Here, there, everywhere Every Punic world Bar none Is painted black and haunted angry red And every name in my ledger Is once, thrice, many times dead Surrender was never an option Negotiation is a broken rainbow That follows me Wherever I go It ends here There Everywhere Nothing left to say Nothing to hear Not one damn to thing to share I will have it all The key The veil The grail The vestal sand Coronation I will raise my crown With a bloodsoaked hand Vengeance Absolute fucking devastation There will be no rest for the wanted Till the swan song is truly done Everybody wants to deal something NOW Offering this Offering that Hoping they get lucky Check the clock There is no going back Sealed your fate and pompous flew There is no stopping what's coming for you Not here Not there Not anywhere I saw an old, old, old, dragon today The essence of perfection The look The book Gifted one Your will be done It's on! No relief

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