| I call you with no sound while I’m slain
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| By your hounds and my blood feeds this earth
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| I see with no eyes your face without lines
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| That gazes at your sons in chains
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| I’m like a mountain crumbled to sand
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| By the weight of your mighty step
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| I’m like the grain left in the fields
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| That withers and rots in the rain
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| Sirius is faded against your light
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| The dawn shows my land burning bright
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| Hunger, like blades in your chest
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| Thirst, like thorns in the throat
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| Sickness, like nails in your flesh
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| Fear, we are the scapegoats
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| Why have we forgotten your Name?
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| And this is our shame
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| To live without your Grace over us
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| We, we search among the words
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| That one we have lost
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| That one to call you in our pray
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| The wind roars our fault
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| But we can’t understand
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| Lost in this, in this maze
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| I am that, that I am
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| I scream with no tongue over this ruins
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| Nothing remains — except for the wounds
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| I cry with no eyes and my tears are the trails
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| Where remorse comes stealing my pride
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| I’m the banquet you offered to my host
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| I’m the pledge for a tribute forever lost
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| I’m the people lead by a blind
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| In the darkness of a sky without sun
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| Hunger, like blades in your chest
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| Thirst, like thorns in the throat
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| Sickness, like nails in your flesh
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| Fear, we are the scapegoats
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| Why have we forgotten your Name?
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| And this is our shame
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| To live without your Grace over us
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| We, we search among the words
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| That one we have lost
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| That one to call you in our pray
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| We, we search between the faces
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| the one that’s lost in the haze
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| The tales of broken promises
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| But the secret of the name
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| Belongs to whom who is afraid
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| By the touch of these words
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| That burn and wait in the heart |