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Till every rock will redden |
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till every eye will see, |
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till every snake will be drove out: |
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therefor you'll be rotting here |
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Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome |
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six thousand corpses will tell you the rules. |
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For every rock to redden, |
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for every eye to see, |
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to drive out every snake, |
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you'll be rotting here. |
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Their eyes will be blank, |
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their lips will be still, |
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their legs will be crushed |
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under the weight of a disemboweled body. |
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Burnt skin and dried blood |
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for you to know what a dead man feels |
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Burnt skin and dried blood |
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for you to know what a man can choose. |
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Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome |
|
six thousand corpses will tell you the rules. |
|
For every rock to redden, |
|
for every eye to see, |
|
to drive out every snake, |
|
you'll be rotting here. |
|
Their eyes will be blank, |
|
their lips will be still, |
|
their legs will be crushed |
|
under the weight of a disemboweled body. |
|
Burnt skin and dried blood |
|
for you to know what a dead man feels |
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Burnt skin and dried blood |
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for you to know what a man can choose. |
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Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea |
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Follow them, reach for us. |
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Crucified on the way to Rome: |
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this is what you get. |
