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In the days to come - the sound of iron |
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and the sound of drums |
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In the days to come - the earth shall seethe |
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and the clouds will bleed |
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In the days to come - will we be drowned |
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in a sea of scum |
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In the days to come - will man spew out |
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a bastard son |
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But from the forest and the field - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And from a womb of growing corn - |
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we are reborn - we are reborn |
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Her moon that lights us till the dawn - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And in the days that will be, the doors |
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of hope will have no key |
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And in the days that will be, no books, |
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or gods, only greed |
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And in the days that will show, that the |
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rule of gold will drag us low |
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And in great halls where treason breeds, |
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even noble hearts become diseased |
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But from the forest and the field - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And from a womb of growing corn - |
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we are reborn - we are reborn |
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Her moon that lights us till the dawn - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And from the forest and from the field |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel - |
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here she comes - here she comes |
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And from a womb of growing corn - |
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we are reborn - we are reborn |
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Her moon that leads us to the dawn - |
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here she comes (x10) |