Cutscene: your victim's dethroned
Dripping ice hook on crimson cobblestones
Wipe your hands on the dead man's greatcoat
And dive into the sewer's black boat

All your steps have led me to this spot
You hide your tracks but there's one that you forgot
Drag your dripping coat out o'er the water black
But I stand waiting, and I'm on the attack!

'Cause I'm a Victorian vigilante,
Bring some justice on your head
From the palace to the riverside,
For your troubles you'll get bled

A Victorian vigilante,
Bring some justice on your head
From the palace to the riverside,
For your troubles you'll be dead

Pacing slowly round each other in the rain
Our eyes are locked as you unsheathe your sword cane
We know each other, although we've never met
An ice cold gaze you won't soon forget

You swing and thrust, I wrap you in my coat
Suddenly behind you, and my blade is at your throat
You kick and swing your fists and blade and shoe
But all your twitching, pulling, has cut your neck in two

'Cause I'm a Victorian vigilante,
Bring some justice on your head
From the palace to the riverside
For your troubles you'll get bled

A Victorian vigilante,
Bring some justice on your head
From the palace to the riverside,
For your troubles you'll be dead 
-- Victorian Vigilante by Abney Park

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