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Falling ground beneath my feet |
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Pulling my heart through my ribs |
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Head hung low |
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Dragged through the soil |
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No one to carry me on through the storm |
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Through time reborn, |
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I'll become the blood of the Earth |
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A voice unheard |
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Desolation served to the grave |
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Punished through an age |
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I've felt the piercing cold |
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Claw at my skin |
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Bury me with the maker |
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Through time reborn, |
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I'll become the blood of the Earth |
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No one to serve |
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Each day withers and fades |
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Yet the guilt never leaves |
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Years of endless mourning |
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A conscience so unclean |
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I've begged, pleaded and beseeched |
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Humbled before your majesty |
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I've felt the cold Moon's mercy |
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Now it's suffocating |
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Relieve me |
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Push me back, |
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Pulling me back, |
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No crown shall I bare |
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Push me back, |
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Pulling me back, |
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To salvation |
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Eyes so palid |
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Keep the heart beating |
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Long live the blood I yield |
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I kneel before your throne |
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Oh, God, what have I done |
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Tell them I've suffered enough |
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No open arms wait for me |
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Just this cold body |
