Like a hawk I'm soring above you,
Preparing to dive and capture my prey
Oh what a view what a view
Are you prepared to die, today?
My talons are sharp,
I'm locked on to you,
Would you like to see that wonderful view?
Dropped from a height,
You hit the ground,
I bid you good night,
For this go round.
We'll meet again,
Of that I'm sure,
Resurrected the same,
To settle the score.
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