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Her penultimate sighs |
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Called softy on the kindling wind |
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Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth |
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And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven |
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Leaving her screams breaking my heart |
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And in the grip of fire |
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I knew the death of love |
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Where will you be when they tense for warfare? |
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What will you see with your innocence there? |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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Where will you be when they tense for warfare? |
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Where will you be when God is glorifying? |
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There we will be between the dead and dying |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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Where will you be when God is glorifying? |
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Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain |
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For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns |
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Devoted to the votive, holy standard above |
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'By command of the king of Heaven' |
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Came the death of love |
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Where will you be when they're vilifying? |
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How will they see when the truth is blinding? |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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Where will you be when they're vilifying? |
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Where will you be when the dark is rising? |
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How will you keep from it's terrorizing? |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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Where will you be when the dark is rising? |
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Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom |
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On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound |
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But visions and ambition |
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Never listened to submission |
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And she was on a mission from the highest above |
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To Lord upon the slaughter |
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Like a sword through hissing water |
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She arose where archers sought her |
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For the death of love |
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The righteous death of love |
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Gilles adored her drama |
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Her suit of pure white armour |
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Blazed against the English in a torrent of light |
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And as they rallied onto night |
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A cancer fled his soul |
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Dissolving... |
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Framed amid the thick of fire |
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Aflame, a Valkyrie |
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She made him click without desire |
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And in his eyes she swam a Goddess |
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And even when they caught her breath |
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Her words would leave a scar |
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'For only in the grip of darkness |
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Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' |
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How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? |
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How will you know if the sky is burning? |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? |
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Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? |
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Will you not flee and label me pariah? |
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Where will you be my darling? |
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Where will you be when they light my pyre? |
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Aligned with Joan in all |
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That was enthroned and divine |
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He swore to score the crimes |
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Jackdaws poured on this dove |
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Crimes he knew alone |
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Derived from minds of the blind |
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The church unfurled for murder perched |
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Upon the death of love |
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Framed amid the thick of fire |
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Aflame, a Valkyrie |
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She claimed the skies were lit with spires |
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And in his eyes she swam a Goddess |
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And even when she fought for breath |
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Her words would leave a scar |
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'For only in the grip of darkness |
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Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' |
![The Death of Love [Demo]](/storage/18/173304.jpg "The Death of Love [Demo]")