| Long Satan and Babylon are walking
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| They’re talking of fire and of ice
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| Of the silence that stalks in the forest
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| And a Christ spun out of the worlds
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| Long Satan and Babylon are moving
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| Through a world ripped away from it’s centre
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| They shear through the rushes
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| They follow the night night night night
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| They want want want want want want
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| Everything
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| Long Satan and Babylon are rushing
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| They are hurtling away
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| From the centre of things
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| They are running from the inside
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| The wind cries full and in them
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| Cuts through their emptiness
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| Hoof on stone
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| Claw against sun
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| Where to look in an unknown
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| Where to search in the vast whole
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| Piggy-back cross oh piggy-black cross
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| Into the silence thundering
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| As they only hear the silence
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| They do not hear the pain
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| But Christ sees everything
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| The little children are falling
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| They’ll topple till the end of the world
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| Long Satan and Babylon keep running
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| Through a universe empty of sound
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| Though the world makes dark shadows
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| You must look in your heart
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| In the dark
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| You must look in your heart |