by Howling through the twilight sky,
shaking with a ragged cry;
come the end of day,
those bastards will pay;
I’ll take my eye for an eye.
Howling through the twilight sky,
shaking with a ragged cry;
come the end of day,
those bastards will pay;
I’ll take my eye for an eye.
A (wise) man of two faces 
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