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Our voices echo on a quiet night |
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Silver faces, an unholy cathedral |
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Moon and sun |
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A birthing rite in this duality |
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Embrace the feeling of our human skin intertwining now in ecstasy |
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Lie in the circle of a few who stain our bodies with their own blood |
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The blessing is given as the child grows |
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A family burdened with a line full of evil |
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Sacrifice |
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Now you can live to see another day |
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Embrace the feeling of our human skin intertwining now in ecstasy |
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Lie in the circle of a few who stain our bodies with their own blood |
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Embrace the feeling of a soul within |
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Lie in the circle of a few who stain our bodies with their own blood |
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Our voices echo on a quiet night |
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Silver faces, an unholy cathedral |
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Moon and sun |
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A birthing rite in this duality |
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These voices echo so violently |
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A congregation with a line full of evil |
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Sacrifice |
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Now you can live to see another day |
