Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things? Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free… It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!

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This city’s black from all the ashes in downtown

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Babydoll: What are you doing with that sword?

Hannibal: You will have to learn to use a sword and defend yourself if you want to escape. We cannot rely only on your sensual dancing.

Babydoll: ..Fine.

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Babydoll: You go ahead and escape from this place. I’ll stay behind and distract them. It’s up to you to revenge both our sisters’ deaths now. I just… can’t do this anymore.

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In the moon light, in the day light; struggle to get on.

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