Punish the crime, let pain come this night.
If no man survives, let man take his prize.
He forfeits his life, let death be his wife.
At his right hand gave blight to his left give him strife.
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Punish the crime, let pain come this night.
If no man survives, let man take his prize.
He forfeits his life, let death be his wife.
At his right hand gave blight to his left give him strife.