| I rest not, I sleep not, lonely, cold of the heart
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| I keep on sharpening the blade all day
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| The night falls, that shiver crawls up your neck
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| The hideman’s teasing, it’s the hideman’s season
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| My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
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| Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
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| My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
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| Must be all that lust you try to cage
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| I fear not, I won’t tremble
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| This blade will plunge home
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| Straight to the soul, straight to the bone
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| We shall roll the rope once the neck has snapped
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| We will roll the ropes
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| And that will be the end of that man of the cross
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| My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
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| Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
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| My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
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| Must be all that lust you try to cage
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| Watch all the lies you fed us fail
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| No one died for my sins
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| No one died for my sins
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| No one died for my sins
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| No one died for my sins just yet
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| No one died for my sins just yet
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| No one died for my sins just yet
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| No one died for my sins just yet
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| No one died for my sins just yet
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| Man on the cross, you bring no light (No one died)
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| Man of the cross, you bring no light
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| Man of the cross, you bring no light
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| My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
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| Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
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| My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
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| Must be all that lust you try to cage
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| My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
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| Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
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| My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
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| Must be all that lust you try to cage
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| Watch all the lies you fed us fail |