| I will let you open it
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| Your eyes still see my death within, open up and see me
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| Reaper seething to begin his regimen
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| The edge does sting, yeah the edge does sting
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| Oh but it’s comfort
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| And I will face the grave for you
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| You’d hardly have to ask me to
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| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And watch it die
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| And I will face the grave with you
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| You’d only have to ask me to
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| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And let it burn
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| Adorn the desired flesh
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| We are weak and fervent, let us call them upward
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| Angels weeping up to him or guardian
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| Our love in death will remain tepid
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| (Let go with me)
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| And I will face the grave for you
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| You’d hardly have to ask me to
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| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And watch it die
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| And I will face the grave with you
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| You’d only have to ask me to
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| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And let it burn
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| And I will face the grave for you
|
| You’d hardly have to ask me to
|
| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And watch it die
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| And I will face the grave with you
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| You’d only have to ask me to
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| Take this flesh up from this stone
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| And let it burn |