| And the fires burn’d inside my eye’s
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| As ye fall’s ascending like a moment o' joy.
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| My thorns where sown in ye light o' Day,
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| And the winds… they blew…
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| Until my winds, they blew no more.
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| I scream’d out into the dawn!
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| His thorns were spawned from the grasp o' God,
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| And the pain… it grew…
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| But holiness grew no more.
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| Grievance; |
| fro' the horizon she comes…
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| I wonder if I could stay in His world,
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| 'Cause sooner or later this pain must end!
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| My life… it cries to be free,
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| But legions of stars… the stars suffers with me!
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| Pain must end!
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| His life cries, but soon to be free…
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| Thou art the star o' Venus… Oh Seraphim!
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| Thou must obey thy father, thy God!
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| Bow down before his eyes… before his very eye’s!!!
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| My God… 'father'… hear us cry!
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| Tell me why!!! |
| Thou wilt die!
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| Oh, Enslaver of Souls;
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| Thou can not be our father!
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| Oh, Avengeful God;
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| Thou hast brought us agony!
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| Into heav’n our sorrow…
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| Ye beautiful moment o' tragedy…
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| Falling fro' the lies of His 'perfect world'.
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| Takest us away, so far away…
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| Here is nothing but pain.
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| Farewell now as we enter our darkness…
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| And we love her, the realization!
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| Behold our salvation!
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| Sorrow so beautiful…
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| They are falling… falling!
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| God is smiling… smiling!
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| Salvation comes but pain still grows… |