| In droves, they are coming here
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| I am what they call the seer;
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| Let us talk and you will see
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| Your whole life led you to me
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| You know this place, you have been here before
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| You suffered so much, can’t stand anymore
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring belongs to thee
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| I just hold the nail
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring can set you free
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| Take this final nail
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| I will escort you into my lair
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| We’ll take our time to set the snare
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| Words so sharp they pierce your hands
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| The truth I show, you can not withstand
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| I’ll raise your cross at a desolate place
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| Join my collection of your desolate race
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| I’ll make your weakness be your fate
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| Once realized it will be too late
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| Say your final prayer, no one can descend from there
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| And for those who try to run — I will build another one…
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring belongs to thee
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| I just hold the nail
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring can set you free
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| Take this final nail
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring belongs to thee
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| I just hold the nail
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| All my children, come to me
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| Sorrow is your tale
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| The cross you bring can set you free
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| Take this final nail |