From Boondock Saints:
And when I whet my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hate me.
O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me among Thy saints
Whosoever shed last blood, By man shall his blood be shed, For immunity of God makes he the man.
Destroy all that which is evil So that which is good may flourish.
And I shall count thee among my favored sheep And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven.
Never shall innocent blood be shed, Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river.
The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
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