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[The] Waking hour of scarlet warfare, I will fight for you. |
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This blood will wash away. |
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Their skin will crack and peel in a thousand fires. |
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We will break every bone, we will crush them all to dust. |
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An attempt so frivolous to save your life. |
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Watch you hit the sanguine ground like autumn leaves. |
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With each nail driven you drift away. |
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This somber burial is a calamity. |
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Rise from your casket and kiss new breath from me. |
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To those who can't behold your fading moonlight beauty, |
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radiating from your precious eyes, a tender gaze. |
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Never witnessing an instance when you held time still forever in your matron hands. |
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Rise from your casket revive this effigy. |
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New life will feed your starving lungs. |
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New blood will surge through collapsed arteries, |
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and I'll hold you through it all. |
