| On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes
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| Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red
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| We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth
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| To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with church bell
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| battles
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| And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale
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| queens mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| When did I stand before I touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark
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| and dream of ice
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| An endless winter in this dogday-age, I kiss the cross but dream of wars
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| A bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last
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| Old men die and stone will turn to stone
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| And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale
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| queens mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown
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| His five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide
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| across his face
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| And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale
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| queens mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| And what shall I receive a little drum to beat when I march with scorched
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| earth’s steps
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| A rocking horse for a little warrior to trample around and down from fields of rape
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| An alabaster doll for the little maid while she waxes and wanes through the
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| blood of the moon
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| And camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure, a masculine mark,
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| and the flag of their shame
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| And I kiss the lips of the smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens
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| mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| And where shall I go back there and back, furthest and far, to the edge of the
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| shore
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| The snow falls thick his mantle of strength descends with a winter on those in his service
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| The snow is the winner
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| Message of winter, your hope shall be crushed
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| The lightflame grows dimmer
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| Child’s laughter ceases on a front with no ending
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| Within words with no meaning
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| Child’s laughter sickens
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| Child’s fever rages
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| Smouldering pages
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| Inquisition!
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| And I die in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens
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| mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow
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| Mighty in sorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of The Pale Christ , by - Current 93. Song from the album Emblems: The Menstrual Years, in the genre Альтернатива