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zuò cí : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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zuò qǔ : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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Hinges creak, they can' t take much more, |
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Wood it splinters, I hear them at the walls, |
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I hold you close, while you shake in fear, |
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As our last few moments draw near. |
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Lord lend me courage in this fight to come, |
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And steel my heart when we' re overrun, |
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Even though our only hope' s forlorn, |
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Lord send me the bravery to go on. |
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As wolves and daemons pound against our door, |
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We stoke these flames in readiness for this war, |
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It' s love, this is love, |
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Love, this is love we are fighting for, |
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It' s love, yes it' s love, |
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Love, this is love, it' s worth dying for. |
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You start to scream as hands come through the floor |
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My heart sinks as they break in through the walls |
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I' m so scared that I can hardly breathe, |
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The darkness surrounds us as they pull your hands from me. |
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And as the flames grow, the flames grow, the flames grow higher, |
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Our last chance, our last hope, we jump into the fire |