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The sadness, the sadness |
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The tears that wash and cleanse |
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The madness, the madness |
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Hot blood in the heart of a frenzy |
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As the sweet maiden leads us through |
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The skies, the fields, and the water so blue |
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As we strive to meet the Father of Beyond |
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The altar, the altar on which we pray for life |
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Yet we falter, we falter |
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May the black witch bury the knife |
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As we find our last kiss on the serpent's lips |
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Will we never find the truth that lies |
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Deep within our hearts from birth? |
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But now we see in the lives that be |
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The power of the prophet |
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Majestic beauty shining brightly |
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On the foundation of evil ruin. |
