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The Sacred Heart, encircled by thorns is in the midst the woods; |
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And Christ in the form of the albino stag is in the midst of the woods - |
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between His horns, a glowing cross is in the midst of the woods... |
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And here the Fisher Kings raise their voice and sing hymns |
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to the flowering maid and the flowering son she gave... |
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The True Cross, with roots and leaves, grows in the midst of the woods |
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The nails of Christ, like earthbound stars, glow in the midst of the woods |
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and by their light a Crown of Thorns grows in the midst of the woods... |
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And here the Slaves of Mary whorship the Cross Christ carried |
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and His five red wounds to which our love is bound... |
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And leaves may fall but leaves will grow again in the midst of the woods; |
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but when trees fall a soul has died at the edge of the woods; |
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and you push God futher away in the depths of the woods... |
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It's here these lonesome knights hold vigil and holy rites - |
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And so it's later than you know: Revelations has revealed its code |
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The Seven Seals will be revealed to all with ears to hear |
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In the heart of the woods burns the seared heart of seers! |