| Come save me from the burning,
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| Ride against these dire times,
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| Versus all apathy and disregard,
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| Yielding new hope to all the fallen ones,
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| To all the silenced, to those unheard…
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| A sign of hope in peaceless times,
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| A shining light among the darkest nights,
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| Godiva, your silent rage will bury them,
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| Godiva, promise me, convey our hate and screams…
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| Will you bury them, Godiva will you bury them,
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| No truth will ever reach them, no word will ever touch him,
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| A life beyond all sympathy…
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| A sign of hope in peaceless times,
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| A shining light among the darkest nights,
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| Godiva, your silent rage will bury them,
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| Godiva, promise me, convey our hate and screams…
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| One day the tide is turning,
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| And nothing will be left for them,
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| Of all their vanity, of all this selfishness,
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| Godiva will bury them, Lady Godiva,
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| When will you ride again…
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| No truth will ever reach them,
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| No word will ever touch him,
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| A life beyond all sympathy…
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| A sign of hope in peaceless times,
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| A shining light among the darkest nights,
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| Godiva, your silent rage will bury them,
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| Godiva, promise me, convey our hate and screams… |