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We came from the pile. |
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We came from the dead and dying. |
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But the moment you pulled |
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You brought us back to the living. |
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Stand here to a world at war. |
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This blacken field leads to ruin, |
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Ruled by folds pulled tight, and a pit so slick. |
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Draw your lines, let nothing cross. |
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No! What booming hate moves close, |
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So vast that the clouds would follow? |
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What looms, with thunder? |
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And the water did fall. |
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The turn of earth to mud. |
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Once dried veins, now fill and swell. |
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Lift the torches, light the fields! |
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We stand as the giants make way. |
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We stand as the giants make way. |
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We are the few to shed the fold, |
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We are the few! |
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Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane. |
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Towered beasts now meet our lines... |
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Oh but fast on the wind came a song, don't turn. |
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The lines crossed now charge. |
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The lines crossed but you turned away. |
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It was a beautiful song, sung through beast's jagged teeth. |
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It's not real. |
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You'll see. |
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It's not real. |
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You'll see. |
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She's the one that you want |
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The soft wet skin that haunts. |
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Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed, |
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She's calling to you... |
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Fight from your knees and the giants will fall. ...taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss. |
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Drink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live. |
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Don't turn we need you. |
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Don't turn we need you. |
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The sirens are calling your name! |
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Come back. |
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Make the call. |
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Father, send your rain. |
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Lay waste to the kings here. |
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Lay waste to their grip and we'll rise. |
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We will rise. |