| I would not dare to blame you
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| I wouldn’t dare too much
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| I only ask for pity
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| So these faces feel your touch
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| Upon their skin…
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| My eyes see many faces
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| Many faces made of stone
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| I figure they are angels
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| All neglected from your thrown
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| Deserted as lifeform
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| Between heaven, between hell
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| Unkown to one another
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| They know your eyes betray their spell
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| Down from heaven where you hide
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| You have demented all your pride
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| O' give these faces holy glance
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| Back their monumental trance
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| Your anger and your rage still silent
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| As I provoke that weakness too
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| So beautiful, out of control
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| Your temper now is overwhelming
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| Is this the place you’re born for?
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| Is this the last frontier?
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| Is this the world we fight for?
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| Is this our sense of creed?
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| Winter souls regain their powers
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| To multiply the pain in you
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| Winter souls greed to bear silence
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| To take away all life from you
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| And as I lay your head to sleep
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| Silence echoes in your greed |