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The rain pours down with pain, dampening the straws of hay |
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Flowing down my face, mingling with tears |
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Tears of despair and rage, years of emptiness and hate |
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Soon swept away by the flames, mouldering ashes |
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All that remain, is a pile of charred bones |
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Raising dust for the wind to carry far away |
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The rain pours down with pain, yet they sing and dance |
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Floating in a trance like state, bewitched by the chanting |
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Masked faces far below me, laughing mockingly |
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The first torch is lit, soon followed by others |
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This is it now, it will all end, on this solstice's night |
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Flame, come take me, swallow me |
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Oh great nothing, devour me |
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Light it up, burn it down |
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May the gods, accept our sacrifice |
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Flesh to touch, flesh to burn |
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Do not keep the wicker man waiting |
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As flood I'll return, |
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I am your sacrifice |
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Your corpse will rot into the fields, you'll famish and starve |
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As plague |
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I'll return, going to destroy your world |
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With fever you'll burn, and |
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I'll save none |
