| We came from the pile
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| We came from the dead and dying
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| But the moment you pulled
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| You brought us back to the living
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| Stand here to a world at war
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| This blacken field leads to ruin
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| Ruled by folds pulled tight, and a pit so slick
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| Draw your lines, let nothing cross. |
| No!
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| What booming hate moves close
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| So vast that the clouds would follow?
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| What looms, with thunder?
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| And the water did fall
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| The turn of earth to mud
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| Once dried veins, now fill and swell
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| Lift the torches, light the fields!
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| We stand as the giants make way
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| We stand as the giants make way
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| We are the few to shed the fold
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| We are the few!
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| Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane
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| Towered beasts now meet our lines…
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| Oh but fast on the wind came a song, don’t turn
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| The lines crossed now charge
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| The lines crossed but you turned away
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| It was a beautiful song, sung through beast’s jagged teeth
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| It’s not real. |
| But you’ll see. |
| It’s not real. |
| But you’ll see. |
| You’ll see
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| She’s the touch that you want
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| The soft wet skin that haunts
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| Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed
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| She’s calling to you…
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| Fight from your knees and the giants will fall
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| …taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss
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| Drink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live
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| Don’t turn we need you. |
| Don’t turn we need you
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| The sirens are calling your name!
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| Come back. |
| Make the call
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| Father, send your rain
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| Lay waste to the kings here
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| Lay waste to their grip and we’ll rise
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| We will rise |