| Well I dreamed that I was running, through a wilderness of plenty
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| And I could hear the hunt behind me, getting closer, getting closer
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| And I knew that the end was coming and I wished that it was over
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| Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter
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| And now the mercury keeps rising, like the sap and the blood and the oceans
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| And the asphalt acres melting, in the fetid air of poison
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| And I can hear the soldiers coming and I wish that it was over
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| Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter
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| I felt them tugging at my shoulder to come and join in the celebrations
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| To mark the triumph of the Emperor, the all-conquering everlasting summer
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| And the streets were awash with the blood of the innocents, sacrificed to
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| slaughter
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| The crowds all drunk on power and madness as the noise grew ever louder
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| And I could hear the knives being sharpened and I wished that it was over
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| Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter
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| Let all the sins of the past be buried in the frozen ground
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| Let the last of the vengeance fires die
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| The back wings flying high above the skeleton trees
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| Disappear into the white
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| So let the weary land be rested and the killing season over
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| Let the shadows stretch forever in the light of burnished silver
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| For I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over
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| I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over
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| Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter |