| Salvation seems a million miles away
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| A generation wiped out in one day
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| The sun is setting on a rancid town
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| Lady solace has been gagged and bound
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| Brand a cross on the door of hope
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| Asphyxiating, we begin to choke
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| My head is pounding like a funeral drum
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| Awaiting the angel of death to come
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| If this isn’t hell, it’s the next best thing
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| A city of frost for a leper king
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| The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain
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| And in our weakness, the lord’s to blame
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| Raping and robbing the dead on the ground
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| Light of humanity will not be found
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| All of our morals will now rot away
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| Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray
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| If this isn’t hell, it’s the next best thing
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| A city of frost for a leper king
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| The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain
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| And in our weakness, the lord’s to blame
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| Lord come and take me far away from my home
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| Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown
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| Am I condemned to this delirious way?
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| Forever toiling in my watery grave
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| Brandish your daggers and come all ye men
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| This is our kingdom, the walls we’ll defend
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| Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes
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| And lead us to victory under black skies |