| She is the song of winter on the breeze
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| She is the eyes that watch from the trees
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| She has come for the corn and the leaves
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| She will take you down
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| Dark is the power to tear you apart
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| Cold is the hand that rests upon your heart
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| Sharp are the blades of love’s cruel darts
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| She will take you down
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| And she will take you down
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| Sweet is the taste of death on her breath
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| Sweet is the song that calls you to the Dead
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| You are the same, you and all the rest
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| She will take you down
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| Your power and your numbers will not save you in the end
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| And neither will your wealth, your courage or your strength
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| When the time comes, there is no defence
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| She will take your down
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| And she will take you down
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| And the chieftains and their women, the ladies and the whores
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| Will know the fear of death unknown when she kicks in their doors
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| There is no escaping the conclusion of her laws
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| She will take you down
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| The Captains and the Generals, the merchants and the thieves
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| The priests and the nuns, the princes and the queens
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| It matters not if you do or not believe
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| And she will take you down
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| For she will take you down
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| And all the poor, the sick and the broken
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| You will all be free and you will all be taken
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| You will all be saved and none shall be forsaken
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| She will take your down
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| For she will take you down
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