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A black dawn for a black day |
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We have dug all our graves |
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All we had, we have lost |
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Go the sun, come the frost |
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Kill the field and kill the corn |
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Kill our children before they're born |
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Wake the heavens and raise the scythe |
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As the hunt goes riding by |
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With the tick of the clock |
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But now the ticking's stopped |
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With the setting of the sun |
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Comes the beating of the drum |
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Everything we love has gone |
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Killed the forest, killes the farm |
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All we had, we have lost |
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Go the sun, come the frost |
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Kill the field and kill the corn |
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Kill our children before they're born |
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Wake the heavens and raise the scythe |
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As the wild hunt comes riding by |