| We did not welcome the day
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| Though we quietly pled for the end inside
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| Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare
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| This we take to our graves
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| II. |
| THE PERSECUTION OF EVERY NEXT BREATH
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| True living and breathing death
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| Every breath is surely the last
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| But another
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| How many more will follow
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| And another
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| How many more can be endured
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| Broken whispers
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| Shy touches to passing flesh
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| A twitch of life
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| A cold shudder
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| Defy the instinct to recoil
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| Yet another breath
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| Ignore your pain
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| You are not your own
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| You are the strength of life and love
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| To usher in the end
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| Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood
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| Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become
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| Submit to fear
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| Bow to sorrow
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| Assent to death
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| The cold governs by decree
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| Yes
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| We welcome the day
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| Precisely by the hour
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| We plead for the grave
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| This our bitter confession
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| Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss
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| Death holds dominion over more than dying
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| Aching for the next reachable paradise
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| Awaiting the last
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| Dear Lord
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| Not another breath
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| Cold lord imparts the loss
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| Bound with resulting reflection
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| Deep and deprecating
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| Was I mindful
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| Have I suffered
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| Am I of warmth
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| Worth affection
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| Capable of love
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| A vessel of hate and bitterness
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| In this death so close
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| Beset with travail
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| I am aware of every fault and failure
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| III. |
| GO FORTH TO LIFE
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| Now rest
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| Leave your venom behind
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| May we all have such strength |