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I surrender |
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Too weak to carry on |
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My bones struggle |
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Towards the soil |
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I know the end |
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I know all's in place |
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For my departure |
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My sacrifice |
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I am the end |
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The bane of yore |
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Yet bridge to a dawn beyond |
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I am the end |
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The sacrifice |
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Hope's frail seed my legacy |
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Pathetic host |
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Bear me like a saint |
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With bloodletting eyes |
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To slaughter |
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Familiar cross |
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In hatred divine |
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I welcome you |
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In wedlock |
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[Qorban:] |
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"The ropes bit into my flesh, |
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The rough wood scraped my back. |
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A silence of awe fell on the throng, |
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As my arms were spread out, |
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Falling gently against the rusty nails protruding from the arms of the cross. |
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I lost understanding of where I am. |
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Nothing mattered anymore. |
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I had done what I think I was born for. |
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I had planted a seed to grow and tear down the sins of my blood. |
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But I was born from guilt and I was to return the same way. |
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My mind left me and the infernal pain behind, |
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As my flesh and the nails united. |
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There was a scream somewhere, |
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And my cross was raised against the muted twilight moon." |
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[Epilogue:] |
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Throughout man's rise and fall, stone would hardly change. |
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The cave in the mountains would see them wake again, |
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And again, unmoved. This time, something changed. |
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Carven into the rock above a bed of stone, |
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These words would meet the Newborn: "Brother, this is my legacy. I woke as you have, |
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Torn from his flesh, as you are. |
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I tried to stop them as you will. |
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I failed, but you will prevail. And here is how..." |