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Running scared |
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Fighting for your life |
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Swords are drawn |
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Midst the battle strife |
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You feel your life slip away |
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Limbs grow numb |
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Your flesh starts to burn |
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Wounds grow deep |
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Slowly you discern |
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Your life blood will drain away |
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The sands of time |
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Drain from the hourglass |
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Your life thread |
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Fraying in your grasp |
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The gates of death draweth nigh |
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Morning dawns |
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The sun begins to rise |
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Blood and sweat |
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Cloud your weary eyes |
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Straining to view your cruel foe |
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Gripping fear |
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No one can be seen |
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Fighting air |
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Yet your wounds bleed real |
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You fight the |
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Shadow of |
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Death Distant form, drawing into sight |
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A man draws near |
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With no armor for the fight |
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Death thrusts the sword in |
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His sight |
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Hope has gone |
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Surely you must die |
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Suddenly Through the blackened sky |
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He rises and conquers death |
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We must die |
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Our sins will bring us death |
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At the end of |
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Time Jesus |
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Christ Death no longer reigns |
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Human sacrifice |
