Make sure the blows you give are strong
The blows and the messages
She wanted me to be a man
Always ready for battle
Hold your arms, protect yourself, don't leave him
Strike straight when his guard is down

Until death or something like it
The blood and the messages
I didn't know the man
She had pointed him out to me
I hit, I screamed, he fell
And on the ground, near the stones his gaze
Emptied, emptied

I had become a man
Murder or assassination
Poor guy, she told me this man
I loved him more than you
I hit, I screamed, he fell
And on the ground, near the stones his gaze
Emptied, emptied

I had become a man
Murder or assassination
Poor guy, she told me this man
I loved him more than you

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