| Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
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| Give me your strength so I can stand so strong…
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| Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom
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| The tempest roars but I am fearless
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| With each step I crack and stretch and each breath is a sting to my chest
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| Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity, or…
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| Bring out the dead! |
| Bring out the dead!
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| Bring out what you will have bow down, and they will bow down
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| «They're climbing, they’re climbing through soil and earth.»
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| They have my scent! |
| «but you can stop them, I’m sure…»
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| Yes, I can best even the devil himself. |
| «…but your pride has just made it
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| worse.»
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| What writhing spite is unearthing here?
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| Why choose from prodigals a band of cowards
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| To hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter?
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| «It's just a crack, the smallest of flaws and your legs have now failed you to
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| crawl
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| You’re, from the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all
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| Look and see, you’re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart
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| Call to me and unleash the strength, your soul will begin to roar.»
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| Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
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| Give me your strength so I can stand so strong…
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| I breathe in your light and like fire my colors now light
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| Though outnumbered by lines, we’ll stay and fight
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| When we reach the gates all you’ll hear us say is
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| «Bring out the dead! |
| Bring out the dead!»
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| Bring out what you will have bow down and they will bow down |