| You’ve poisoned the wells and our holy rue
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| And when you called your lust ideal
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| You poisoned language too
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| We, the great longers, banished from all truth
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| Are sickened by you, you foaming fools
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| And your malicious lust to rule
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| So you return to your scheming and to your prayer books
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| And the songs of martyrs you sing
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| Repelled by this little death’s fearful looks
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| And by the privolous words of spring
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| We owe you nothing
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| For we know how to meet our demise
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| A sacred knowledge that we tend to disguise
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| And like a beast of prey whose leap has failed
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| We will return angrier still
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| Like a beast of prey whose leap has failed
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| We will return angrier still
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| To silence all seas is what we chose
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| For all things pure teach hope
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| To silence all seas is what we chose
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| For al things pure teach hope
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| Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall
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| Keiner oder alle, wir sind überall
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| Friede dem Lager, Krieg dem Wall
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| Keiner oder alle, wir sind überall |