This Debt Will Be Paid in Blood

“Every man borrows from fate… But fate always collects.”

I carved my oath on broken stone, Carried sins I don’t disown. Every lie I let slip through, Came back louder, came back due.

No coin can pay, no preacher’s word, Only fire makes the balance heard.

This debt will be paid in blood, By the river, by the flood. No silver weight, no holy song, The debt’s been waiting… all along.

I watched the years like vultures fly, Every promise turned to lies. But justice don’t forget its name, It’s written down in smoke and flame.

No mercy bought, no soul can run, The reckoning’s already done.

This debt will be paid in blood, Not in silence, not in mud. Every man must face his end, When the Reaper comes to collect again.

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