| Dad, you spoke
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| I heard you so loud
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| It felt like the sun came fourth through the cloud
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| Your words sprang out from ancient beast
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| She wasn’t a prophet and neither a priest
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| You filled my head with sorrow and doubt
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| I’ve yet to learn what it’s all about you called me a dirty, not worthy your
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| blood, but for 24 years I’ve crawled in the mud
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| She spoke of the things I tend to forget my love she derided like a serious
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| threat
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| I’ll tell you a thing which nobody knows
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| Over your grave fly carrion crows
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| What have I done to get such dreams filled with war and painful screams,
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| I am but a child, but you don’t see
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| My dreams are unlocked with your blood as the key
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| The traitor, she said, I befriended with joy
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| And mentioned that I’m not an innocent boy
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| But in my bed I am waiting for death
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| Until he takes the last of my breath
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| My sword it swings and cuts through steel my dreams reflect what I steel fill
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| I pray through whispers from time to time the answers I get says I’m the prime
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| I leave my sleep to get some rest
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| In living life I’m only a guest
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| With borrowed time I’ll leave you soon under the sign of the mighty black moon
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| However I turn my dreams around
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| It ends with me alone on the ground
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| Nothing in life shines of divine
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| Blackened thoughts flow through my mind
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| My dreams have thought me how to fight to love and hate and live at night
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| But now I’m tired, I cease to be with wolfs and men I lived so free |