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Sons of aeeth we are |
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Sons of the rain |
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The'll know us by the grief in our songs |
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And in the prayers we pray |
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They forced our bodies into the ground |
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Wrapped in black and red |
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But we live on in dwe and river |
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We are not dead |
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Forests afire, hearts aflame, eyes aglow |
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Sons of aeeth |
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To whom we owe this night we do not know |
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Sons of aeeth |
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So here we stand |
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With no words to waste |
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Your world is falling now |
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Like all things made in haste |
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The sea below us |
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The heavens above |
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You call it hatred |
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We call it love |
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Forests afire, hearts aflame, eyes aglow |
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Sons of aeeth |
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To whom we owe this night we do not know |
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Sons of aeeth |
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Forests afire, hearts aflame, eyes aglow |
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Sons of aeeth |
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To whom we owe this night we do not know |
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Sons of aeeth |