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Behold us, my lord |
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we are dying |
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among the bleeding ruins |
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of our world, |
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our voice is suffocated by cry |
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and our souls |
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lie forsaken in their pain. |
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Mankind raises |
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their arms to you |
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and from their hands |
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their children's blood drips, |
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we are dragging ourselves |
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to our end why, my lord, |
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don't you come and save us? |
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An ebony mantle |
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has darkened the sun |
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and the eternal night |
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will rule over the light. |
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Please, don't let me suffer here |
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in this cold cruel black heaven. |
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I've seen the oceans die |
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and I've heard the wind cry, |
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I'll wander in the shadow of death, |
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untill its hands close my tearful eyes. |