| Make ready for war
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| To breathe in the ashes of misery
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| Prepare the gallows
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| In fear, death finds its finality
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| You are not defined by failures
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| A heart of truth is forged from the struggle to overcome
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| Pick up your weary head and look to your Maker’s eyes
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| There is more to life than living afraid to die
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| Death is not what scares me, it’s the apathy of being alive
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| We’re rising above the sadness of this world
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| Light of our Maker’s eyes
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| We’re meant for more than empty breathing
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| Shatter the silence, we’re screaming Adonai
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| Take up your banner, dig their graves
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| Steadfast and waiting for death to show its face
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| Open the gates, Open the gates
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| Lest you be food for the fire
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| You are not defined by failures
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| A heart of truth is forged from the struggle to overcome
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| Pick up your weary head and look to your Maker’s eyes
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| There is more to life than living afraid to die
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| Death is not what scares me, it’s the apathy of being alive
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| Make ready for war
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| Prepare the gallows
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| To breathe in the ashes of misery
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| In fear, death finds its finality
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| When death shows its face
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| I swear I won’t be a coward’s feet
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| These backward attempts
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| Drive me further into the ground
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| Would you break my ribs
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| Cut the veins from my pride
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| Pull the chains and watch what was rooted fall
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| Light of our Maker’s eyes
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| We’re screaming Adonai |