| The trees gave up their roots
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| And the lepers left their caves
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| All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountains
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| And the kings all became slaves
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| On the day that my lord came
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| The fire split the beams
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| The wall’s coming down
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| The day my lord came
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| The tears filled up my eyes
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| So the curtain has been drawn
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| To lay to waste this land (to me)
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| It’s like the beauty of the breakin' of the dawn
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| And as a black hand swept across the earth
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| I know that the day came
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| When the fish float on the water with their bellies up
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| I know, I know, that the day came
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| All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountains
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| And the kings all became slaves
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| The trees gave up their roots from the earth
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| And the lepers left their caves
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| On the day that my lord came
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| The coyotes left their dens
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| The horses left their stables
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| And they bowed down to the ground
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| Every creature that was able
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| A blanket of moss will cover the earth
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| And I’ll know that the day came
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| It’s the changing of the guards
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| Time to start anew
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| The old gods have all failed
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| And their succesors too
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| My king, my king will wipe the slate clean
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| Houses become tombs
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| My king, my king will take what grows
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| In every woman’s womb
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| Make it his own
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| My king he is displeased
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| To be forgotten and alone
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| And the ones who came before
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| Well the valley gets filled with their bones
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| I am a storm brewing up in the east, the west
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| From every direction at once |