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on bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes |
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through blazing eyes i see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red |
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we pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth |
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to cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with churchbell battles |
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and then i lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to christ and the pale |
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queens mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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when did i stand before i touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark |
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and dream of ice |
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an endless winter in this dogday-age, i kiss the cross but dream of wars |
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a bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last |
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old men die and stone will turn to stone |
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and then i kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on christ and the pale |
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queens mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown |
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his five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide |
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across his face |
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and then i kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on christ and the pale |
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queens mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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and what shall i receive a little drum to beat when i march with scorched |
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earth's steps |
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a rocking horse for a little warrior to trample around and down from fields of |
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rape |
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an alabaster doll for the little maid while she waxes and wanes through the |
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blood of the moon |
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and camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure, a masculine mark, and the flag of |
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their shame |
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and i kiss the lips of the smiling girl who calls on christ and the pale queens |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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and where shall i go back there and back, furthest and far, to the edge of the |
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shore |
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the snow falls thick his mantle of strength descends with a winter on those in |
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his service |
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the snow is the winner |
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message of winter, your hope shall be crushed |
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the lightflame grows dimmer |
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child's laughter ceases on a front with no ending |
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within words with no meaning |
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child's laughter sickens |
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child's fever rages |
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smoldering pages |
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inquisition! |
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and i die in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to christ and the pale queens |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
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mighty in sorrow |
