A coffin for the mass
Empty, made of brass
The eternal sleep has stopped
And now it's time to
Undo
Injustice from the grave
A hero has awakened
Bullet riddled, life's been taken
He's back from the dead
Our hero /sin/ head
No need for weapons
He's in no hurry
He has nothing to lose
Wrongdoing roaches, scurry
A coffin for the mass
Empty, made of brass
The eternal sleep has stopped
He's found out
Why
It's time for payback
No angels will cry
Our hero needs no guise
His foes are protected only by lies
Who would believe
That a dead man
Was sent to retrieve
The souls of evil
To return to slumber?
And if someone did believe
Who could stop
The oncoming onslaught?
A coffin for his mass
Empty, made of brass
The eternal sleep has stopped
But he will return
When his job is done
Killers will burn
And he will be one
Guilty men have been killed
The innocent have been spared
This world has been tilled
And our hero never cared
All he wants
Is his deep
Sleep
A coffin for his mass
Empty, made of brass
The eternal sleep returned
Our hero forgotten, burned
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