| A boy so young upon the gallows
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| Gazing down like a saint
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| From the church of children cries
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| He awaited one anticipation
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| Pictured from her mouth
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| A further request
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| The sons of Adam
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| Put her to death
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| A voice is heard
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| Echoes from the hollow soul
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| A golden word
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| Wrapped in books of skin and blood
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| From harmony lives a vision of your guilt
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| And treachery smiles, oh so very sweet
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| The last whisper from a dying heart
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| Lifts away through the night
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| Chased by angels falling through the sky
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| As the snow waters aside
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| This closing river takes all away
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| Daughters of Eve slowly fade (fade away)
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| Give him a word and the movement will begin
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| If it"s unheard, the message must be sent
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| So slowly now, like the early morning bloom
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| And this is how the perishing will come |