Vengeance is mine - Dark Country

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Lyrics:

He was the kind that wore a smile like a blade,
Took what he wanted, left bones in his wake.
Ran a crooked town with a holy face,
Preached on Sunday, robbed the place.

He framed my brother with a preacher's word,
Tied him to guilt that justice never heard.
Mama died with shame in her hands,
While he bought gold with stolen land.

Ten long years, I swallowed flame,
Built my silence like a loaded name.
They said “Let God sort what ain't right,”
But I ain’t seen God on them sleepless nights.

So I rode back in with the storm behind,
One bullet left, and blood in my mind.
And there he stood — all robes and lies—
Still preachin’ fire from a throne of flies.

Vengeance is mine…
I ain’t askin’ for mercy, I ain't beggin’ for time.
I walked through hell just to cross this line.
Vengeance is mine…
It ain't rage, it ain’t pride—
It’s the weight of the truth they tried to hide.
You hear that sound? That's the reckoning sign…
Vengeance is mine.

The townsfolk watched, not one made a sound,
Some looked away, some bowed down.
But he met my eyes with a twisted grin,
And said, “You’ll burn for layin' hands on him.”

So I dropped my coat and showed my scar,
The one he gave beneath that churchyard star.
“This ain't justice,” he started to cry—
But justice died, and I´ll show you why.

Vengeance is mine…
I ain’t askin’ for mercy, I ain't beggin’ for time.
I walked through hell just to cross this line.
Vengeance is mine…
It ain't rage, it ain’t pride—
It’s the weight of the truth they tried to hide.
You hear that sound? That's the reckoning sign…
Vengeance is mine.

They’ll write it down how they see fit,
Say I snapped or lost my wit.
But the devil don’t come with horns or flames—
He comes in fine robes and honored names.

Vengeance is mine…
Say what you will, but I stayed true,
To the ones he buried and the pain they knew.
Vengeance is mine…
Let the choir sing and the town move on—
But I sleep just fine now that he’s gone.
I took no pleasure, I took no wine—
Just whispered slow:
Vengeance… is mine.