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You've poisoned the wells and our holy rue |
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And when you called your lust ideal |
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You poisoned language too |
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We, the great longers, banished from all truth |
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Are sickened by you, you foaming fools |
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And your malicious lust to rule |
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So you return to your scheming and to your prayer books |
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And the songs of martyrs you sing |
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Repelled by this little death's fearful looks |
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And by the privolous words of spring |
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We owe you nothing |
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For we know how to meet our demise |
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A sacred knowledge that we tend to disguise |
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And like a beast of prey whose leap has failed |
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We will return angrier still |
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Like a beast of prey whose leap has failed |
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We will return angrier still |
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To silence all seas is what we chose |
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For all things pure teach hope |
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To silence all seas is what we chose |
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For al things pure teach hope |
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Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall |
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Keiner oder alle, wir sind uberall |
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Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall |
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Keiner oder alle, wir sind uberall |
