Steel and silence, I sharpen the blade
Every shadow owes a debt to be paid
No mercy given, no quarter shown
The instruments of retribution sing their own
Call it justice, call it sin
The line wore thin where I begin
When the hammer falls, when the gavel breaks
I am the storm that the wicked makes
Eye for eye, the old law speaks
Through broken bones and hollow cheeks
Your verdict echoes, your time is due
I was the jury—now I’m coming for you