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Hell To Your Doorstep - Thomas Borchert
Composed by：Frank Wildhorn
The world is a place where
The villains wear a smile on their face
While they take what you can never replace
Stolen moments gone forever
Well tables can turn as my enemies will soon enough learn
I will strike a match and then watch them burn
On the pyre of obsession
You run 'till you drop chasing on advantage
You'll pay any price if you think it's free
I will carry hell to your doorstep I will make you pay
You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day
Sleepless nights and days of damnation
Soon and evermore
I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking up on your door
And love is a lie swearing
That no matter what it won't die
Disappearing like a star in the sky
In the hot light of morning
But what do I care
There are women to be had everywhere
First there's retribution I must prepare
Mighty vengeance is mine
I have a nice show that will tempt you onward
And just when you're sure that the prize is yours
I'll deliver hell to your doorstep dressed in rich facade
Then I'll burn you to the ground like an angry God
Once you're in my shining cathedral heed the tolling bell
It's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell
Fall down on your knees
Fall down and let me hear you pray
Fall down on your knees
'Till I can hear you bargaining
Scheming begging and screaming to pay
I will carry hell to your doorstep you will rue the day
You will reap the hate
You've sown no matter how hard you pray
It's a place without any mercy fashioned in cold blood
Stones of fear and stones of doubt
No forgiveness no way out
Only justice
Then amen
