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In fiery flight we would leave |
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this hall |
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The Holy house, House of |
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God will fall |
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To death they go with music |
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and song |
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But our dread simply must |
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go on |
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I feel our need to feed goes on |
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For our greed, watch them |
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bleeding on |
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This hour's ours, with open |
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arms go on |
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Crowned with thorns and pain |
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was he |
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Raised our hands and slew |
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him utterly |
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Crimson waves of the tears |
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of war |
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This is what we were put |
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here for |
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Eden falls, Mercy for life |
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I hear their calls |
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Stood and watched them die |
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Heaven crawls. Wings burn |
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on high |
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Beauty falls. Beg unto me |
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why? |
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Fold thy raven wings |
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'Tis our duty, darkness brings |
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If this day be our last |
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Our victims await |
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For they are vast |
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In fiery death we will crawl |
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away |
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Content we lived for each and |
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every day |
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Black and burned with a |
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stench of decay. |
